Murray McLauchlin - When The Taxman Comes

When you're a poor boy
You ain't no one
The doors don't open
The horse don't run
When you got no money
You're finished and done
But when you're a rich boy
The taxman comes

The sun goes up
The sun goes down
Babies get born
To get laid in the ground There ain't much time
To have your fun
Nobody laughs
When the taxman comes

There's no place to run
There's no place to hide
If you get too lucky
They'll haul you inside
Pour out a drink
And he'll ask you for some
You dig down deep
When the taxman comes