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