Tax This

The Robin Hood days are here no more Rob from the rich and give to the poor I long for Sherwood Forest The rich became the poorest Now they take until my wallet is sore But they'll always find a way to tax Preying on workers who break their backs Why does it have to be me And I mean honestly I'll be paying this year with scooby snacks Do they think that I'm made of money? They squeeze 'til my nose is runny They tax 'til we have no life You'd think they were my wife Next thing you know there calling me honey