Employers using axes,
We're sure, no ands or ifs or buts,
Of always having taxes.
"We wish you yearly to remember
The blessings you have got."
We must save starting in November,
Man, someone should be shot!
We pay the artist's struggling wage
For smodges splashed on canvas,
Or the orchestra that no one hears ...
How do we ever stand this?
the city streets crumble to dust,
But ballet groups get paid,
To fund the arts, we're told's a must,
On that our culture's made.
We fund the theater-goer's dream
To watch the Wiz' of Oz,
We write the check, they drink it down,
It's such a worthy cause!
"Be glad, be glad!" the words resound
"That you have cash to give!
But after paying, I have found,
There's none for me to live!
And after I have paid the author
For writing crappy books,
I pay again, it's such a bother!
So bad for me it looks.
When will there be a tax on sleep?
I bet it happens soon,
My skimpy paycheck they'll just keep,
My savings lie in ru'n.
But I must pay, oh yes I must,
I mustn't whine a bit,
The gov, they say, I have to trust.
Oh yeah? They're full of malarkey.