Tax his goat;
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat;
Tax his crop,
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 gas
Tax his notes,
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 till
he's good and sore.
Tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax his sod in which
he's laid.
Put these words
upon his tomb,
"Taxes drove him
to his doom."
After he's gone,
we won't relax.
We'll still collect
inheritance tax.
"Kwitchyerbellyakin."
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