
The Low Bass Guitar string vi-brates,
As your voice sings it’s harmony.
Dew...Do..
Dewdew…. Do.Do.
Maintain the beat,
Tap your feet.
Dew..Do
Dewdew…Do.Do.
Dew..Do
Dewdew…DoDo.
Open your mouth
And bring it out…..
Mr. Tax man
Can’t you see..
You got MY pockets…
EMP…TY!
Mr. Tax man
Where’s my RELIEF?
I got no Gravy for my
Meat.
Dew..Do.
Dewdew..Do.Do.
Dew..Do.
Dewdew..Do.Do.
Mr. Tax Man
I’m MAD as HELL,
You got me singing
The Poor Man blues
Mr. Tax Man
I SEE through YOU
Jason and Freddie
Are SALUTING You!
Dew..Do.
Dewdew..Do.Do.
Dew..Do
Dewdew..Do.Do.
Mr. Tax Man
Return to me,
The money-tree
You stole from me.
I’ve been paying MORE
Then my share,
Come here boy, I got
A WHITE COLLAR for you.
Dew..Do.
Dewdew..Do..Do.
Sick ‘em boy,
The pill maker machines,
Shiny brass of Oil market dreams,
Hungry fella? ….Take a BITE!
Fill that fat belly with PURE delight.
Dew..Do.
Dewdew..Do..Do..
Dew..Do.
Dewdew..Do.Do.
That’s a good Dawg,
Good..good Dawg!
The Poor man’s Curtsey
The end.










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