You! Pay! More!

(boo-hoo, boo-hoo)
(boo-hoo, boo-hoo)

My accountant knows better than I know myself
So I'm gonna let him do all the balking
(boo-hoo boo-hoo)
I pay across the place and I'm left with nothing
With a big black debit and no duty free
(boo-hoo, boo-hoo)

I shed a tear, down my bank
They said just send a cheque, just keep on paying
(boo-hoo boo-hoo)
When the big bad taxman then looked my way
Said Hey-ey lady, you must pay me
(Boo-hoo, boo-hoo)

But I said Oh oh oh oh, oh-oh-oh
I said oh, oh, this tax is killing me
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
I said oh, oh, this tax is killing me

(ooooo, boo-hoo)

And we pay on our petrol, and our whisky sours
It don't stop til you're dead for a week or two
(boo-hoo, boo-hoo)
But I cut some tax where I shouldn't have done that
Tax man says "Give me" - it'll take me years
(boo-hoo, boo-hoo)

So I ran to a place on a fiddle outa here
With a big loada dosh & lotsa duty free
(boo-ooze, boo-ooze)
And I wont come back, cause I'm oh so tipsy
Down a watering hole where they wont find me
(boo-ooze, boo-ooze)

But I said Oh oh oh oh, oh-oh-oh
I said Oh, oh, that tax was killing me
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
I said Oh, oh, that tax was killing me

(ooooo, boo-hoo) (that tax was killing me)
(ooooo, boo-hoo)
Said oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
That tax was killing me
Said oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
That tax was killing me

Big loada dosh & lotsa duty free
Can't quite enjoy it cos liver's packed up on me
Big loada dosh & lotsa duty free
Can't quite enjoy it cos liver's packed up on me