The Inland Revenue keep writing to me
Demanding that I pay
or go to prison
But I don’t owe them a
penny because
I now live by the
seaside at Weston
The Inland Revenue keep writing to me
Demanding that I pay
or go to prison
But I don’t owe them a
penny because
I now live by the
seaside at Weston
Death and taxes are the only certainties
In a life full of
possibilities
Paying Taxes is an
unpleasant act
Which I don’t enjoy
and that’s a fact
But death is a different
proposition
It’s not exactly an
option
But I’m not afraid to
go
But I fear the manner
of it so
I’m taxed on what I earn
By the government knave
I’m taxed on what I spend
I’m taxed on what I save
And every penny in between
I’m taxed from cradle to the grave
What mugs we all are in the UK
With the amount of tax we have to pay
We’re taxed on what we earn at work
We’re taxed on every little perk
Then when we spend our pay
They take some purchase tax away
Very little is exempt from VAT
It’s even on a cup of tea
Even coffee and juices fruity
If you smoke you pay tobacco duty
Then the unkindest tax of all
Duty on every form of alcohol
If you can afford a new car today
There is an even greater price to pay
With seventeen and a half percent more owed
Then you’re taxed to keep it on the road
And you pay Tax on your fuel at the garage
Then in the city there’s the congestion charge
Then there’s a new tax to be faced
Parking the car at your workplace
You’re taxed for the policeman on the beat
And for the lighting in the street
Then Airport taxes for our holidays
We’re even taxed for what we throw away
If we buy or sell a house today
There’s not one tax but a whole array
We’re even taxed on the money we save
We’re taxed from the cradle to the grave
The Inland Revenue keep writing to me
Demanding that I pay or go to prison
But I don’t owe them a penny because
I now live by the seaside at Weston