Me and the I.R.S.

Alright

I'm gonna tell the man at the I.R.S. this old boy, hell, I've had enough

'Cause the way the big man rakes it in, the little man coughs it up

Well, the bite keeps gettin' bigger and the pay checks are gettin' small

You know the I.R.S. ain't gonna rest 'til they think they've got it all

Take out the bucks on a lot of folks, but listen I ain't one

From now on, I'm keepin' my pay, ain't gonna deduct none

So erase my name from your record, take me off your mailin' list

You can write me off 'cause I ain't givin' a dime to the I.R.S.

Well, it's hard to keep my hands on my woman with Uncle Sam's hand in my pant

And if I can't afford the music, how in the hell am I gonna dance?

Now if everybody kicked in his fair share, I might back up and say yes

But the big man plays while the little man pays, so to hell with the I.R.S.

Take out the bucks on a lot of folks, but sucker, I ain't one

From now on, I'm keepin' my pay, ain't gonna deduct none

So put your 1040 form where the sun don't shine, straighten out your own damn mess

You can write me off 'cause I ain't givin' a dime to the I.R.S.

You can write me off 'cause I ain't givin' a dime to the I.R.S.

You wanna know why?

'Cause they just blowin'

Hell, you can take what they spent, steadily the sixth habit of the South America warm prep

And keep us all in there for the next 100 years

Block somethin'

You ever see Dracula in a gray flowered suit, honey?

But look up, you will, I barely see