If the Cap Fits

If you want to keep money, then Panama's the one Like a British Prime Minister or wealthy Baron If you want all the riches, to be like a fat cat Then throw your flat cap off, get a Panama hat If you want bank accounts that no one can trace Think like the Prime Minister, Panama's the place For the rich and the wealthy, with a pay no tax think A Panamatic paradise with no British link One rule for the rich, one rule for the poor We pay our taxes and they close that door Tell the kids on the benefits, or on the minimum pay £7.20 an hour with no tax to pay A Panamatic paradise for the top of the tree With the roots firmly planted for the you and the me As the common masses, as the Hoi Polloi No offshore accounts for us to enjoy So put your clogs back on, put back that flat cap For you would look silly in a Panama hat An offshore account for the file and the rank While under your floorboards sits your piggy bank.