A good time to stay in and write . . . or (groan) get the tax stuff sorted. In the immortal words of the Beatles: Let me tell you how it will be There's one for you, nineteen for me Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman Should five percent appear too small Be thankful I don't take it all Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman If you drive a car, I'll tax the street If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat If you get too cold, I'll tax the heat, If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.
Don't ask me what I want it for If you don't want to pay some more Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman Now my advice for those who die Declare the pennies on your eyes Cause I'm the taxman, yeah the taxman And you're working for no one but me.
Exit humming . . .
