Let me tell you, How it will be.
There's one for you, Nineteen for me,
Should five percent, Appear too small,
Be thankful I don't, Take it all.
If you drive a car, I'll tax the street.
If you drive to city, I'll tax your seat.
If you get too cold, I'll tax the heat.
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.
Don't ask me what I want it for, (Uh-uh, Mr. Wilson.)
If you don't want to pay some more. (Uh-uh, Mr. Heath.)
And my advice to, Those who die.
Declare the pennies, On your eyes.
'Cause I'm the taxman.
Yeah, I'm the taxman,
And you're working for no one but me.
