When the taxman comes calling.

Tax his land, tax his wage,

Tax the bed in which he lays,

Tax his tractor, tax his mule,

Teach him tax is the rule,

Tax his cow, tax his goat,

Tax his pant, tax his coat,

Tax his ties, tax his shirt,

Tax his work, tax his dirt.

Tax his chew, tax his smoke.

Teach him tax are no joke.

Tax his car, tax his ass(pass),

Tax the road he must pass.

Tax his tobacco, tax his drink,

Tax him if he tries to think.

Tax his booze, tax his beers,

If he cries, tax his tears.

Tax his bills, tax his gas,

Tax his notes, tax his cash.

Tax him good and let him know

That after tax he has no dough.

If he hollers tax him more.

Tax him until he's good and sore.

Tax his coffin tax his grave,

Tax the sod in which he lays.

Put these words upon his tomb,

"Taxes drove me to my doom!"

And when he is gone, we won't relax,

We'll still be after inheritance tax.

- contributed by Shri Parimal Kasliwal, SrDAO/RJT/WR.