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.
Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2016
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