The taxman hits us with Pay As You Earn 
And charges us tax on the fuel we burn 
The cost of a pint is one third tax 
It’s eighty per cent on a packet of fags  

There’s VAT on our food and our clothes 
The taxman’s pocket is where it all goes 
And if we go out or if we stay in 
The taxman is happy, he always wins 

He has hundreds of ways  
he can plunder our wallets 
Road tax and sugar tax  
Council tax, insurance tax 
Green tax and Gambling tax 
I kid you not  
He’s even got 
Plastic Packaging Tax 
Sometimes he even puts tax on a tax 
I bet some day he’s going to tax heart attacks 

We’ve got our backs to the wall – 
And to get away from it all, 
We save up and fly off on holiday 
But even then we have to pay 
The taxman his booty; 
He hits us with Airline Passenger Duty 

He taxes our pensions when we get old 
And when we die, before we’ve gone cold 
He demands his pounds of inheritance tax 
The taxman’s grip is never relaxed 

God alone knows what he does with it all 
He must piss every penny up some fiscal wall 
The country’s a mess 
We’ve got less and less 
We’re all in debt 
Up to our neck 

But the taxman could put us all back in the black 
If he paid us the money he’s robbed from us back.

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