Traveling in a black limousine
On a city street, eyes full of Visine
I met an IRS agent, he made me nervous
He said, "I'm eating you for breakfast"

And he said
I come from the land of Taxes
Where we all carry heavy axes
Can you tell me where the X-Lax is?
You better run and see what your fax says

Buying bread from a discount bakery
Cause the IRS left me with pennies
I said, "Do you have a cucumber"?
He just smiled and gave me the IRS number

And he said
I've been to the land of Taxes
Where they're a bunch of horse's asses
And no one ever relaxes
you better run and see what your fax says

Lying in a ditch by the road
The IRS took all of my gold
I said to the man, "Can you leave me my shoes"?
He just laughed and said don't you boo-hoo

And he said,
I come from the Land of Taxes
Where we all carry heavy axes
And none of us ever relaxes
Now let me run and see what my fax says