Taxing ‘em to the maximum
Tax his cow – tax his goat,
Tax his pants- tax his coat,
Tax his crops – tax his work,
Tax his ties – tax his shirt,
Tax his chew – tax his smoke,
Teach him taxing is no joke.
Tax his tractor – tax his mule,
Tell him taxing is the rule.
Tax his oil – tax his cash
Tax him good – and let him know,
that after taxes, he has no dough.
If he hollers – tax him more,
Tax him ‘til he’s good and sore.
Tax his coffin – tax his grave.
Tax the sod in which he’ll lay.
Put these words upon his tomb;
“Taxes drove me to my doom.”
After he’s gone, we won’t relax,
They’ll still be after our inheritance tax.