PUT A BUCK IN YOUR POCKET, AND GIVE ONE TO UNCLE SAM

PUT A BUCK IN YOUR POCKET, AND GIVE ONE TO UNCLE SAM
(To the tune, “That’s One for My Baby, and One More For the Road,” by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer)

Set ‘em up Steve
It’s April the sixteenth, tax filing eve
I’ve got the form here
But need a little booze to loosen the fear
For this line where it shows
How much one owes
Put me on edge, “damn”
You put a buck in your pocket,
And give one to Uncle Sam

Now don’t get me wrong
All my patriotic feelings run strong
That fervor feels nice
But wish that would feel it
For half of the price
It’s like you’d offer a meal
But not if you feel
They would hog the whole ham
You put a buck in your pocket
And give one to Uncle Sam

Where’s it all going?
The government keeps growing
It just grows and it grows
We keep on sowing
Without ever knowing
Where it all goes

Well that does it Steve
The post office is closing
And I’ve got to leave
Thanks for the cheer
I probably will see you
This time next year
That is assuming that I’m
Not serving some time
If I get in a tax jam
Put a buck in my pocket
And give none to Uncle Sam.

You put a buck in your pocket
And good luck with Uncle Sam

Lyric © 2012, 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved

 

IT’S BEGINNING TO FEEL A LOT LIKE TAX TIME

April is fast drawing nigh and the tax filing panic is beginning to boil.  So, I’ll be posting and in some cases reposting lyrics describing the tax paranoia that blossoms each spring.

IT’S BEGINNING TO FEEL A LOT LIKE TAX TIME
(To tune of “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas,” by Meredith Willson (1951))

It’s beginning to feel a lot like tax time
April of the year
You’ve been scouring your checkbook for
Some charity checks and more
Taxes on the homestead you love dear

It’s beginning to feel lot like tax time
Must they ruin the spring?
Feel afraid of the debt you’ll owe
Afraid Uncle Sam will know
That you have not reported everything

Deduct for the family trip, even the wine that you sip
Claiming everything that you spend or do or use
Driven miles on the family car, no matter to where or how far
Self-assessment clouds the mind like booze
But those who face an audit jam the pews

It’s beginning to feel a lot like tax time
Moral codes eschew
Who’s to prevent you if, you take off for a nifty skiff?
And sail away across the ocean blue

It’s beginning to feel a lot like tax time
Bribe your CPA
Stick a pin in a voodoo doll, take a loan from your uncle Sol
Then file your tax return and pray

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved

IT’S BEGINNING TO FEEL A LOT LIKE TAX TIME

IT’S BEGINNING TO FEEL A LOT LIKE TAX TIME
(To tune of “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas,” by Meredith Willson (1951))

It’s beginning to feel a lot like tax time
April of the year
You’ve been scouring your checkbook for
Some charity checks and more
Taxes on the homestead you love dear

It’s beginning to feel lot like tax time
Must they ruin the spring?
Feel afraid of the debt you’ll owe
Afraid Uncle Sam will know
That you have not reported everything

Deduct for that family trip, even the wine that you sip
Claiming everything that you spend or do or use
Driven miles on the family car, no matter to where or how far
Self-assessment clouds the mind like booze
And those who face an audit jam the pews

It’s beginning to feel a lot like tax time
Moral codes eschew
Whose to prevent you if, you take off for a nifty skiff?
Sailing off accross the ocean blue

It’s beginning to feel a lot like tax time
Bribe your CPA
Stick a pin in a voodoo doll
Take a loan from your uncle Sol
Then file your tax return and pray

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg
All rights reserved

PUT A BUCK IN YOUR POCKET, AND GIVE ONE TO UNCLE SAM

PUT A BUCK IN YOUR POCKET, AND GIVE ONE TO UNCLE SAM
(To the tune, “That’s One for My Baby, and One More For the Road,” by  Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer)

Set ‘em up Steve
It’s April the fifteenth, on tax filing eve
I’ve got the form here
I need a little booze to loosen the fear
For this line where it shows
How much one owes
Put me on edge, “damn”
You put a buck in your pocket,
And give one to Uncle Sam

Now don’t get me wrong
All my patriotic feelings run strong
That fervor feels nice
But wish that could feel it
For half of the price
It’s like you’d offer a meal
But not if you feel
They would hog the whole ham
You put a buck in your pocket
And give one to Uncle Sam

Where’s it all going?
The government keeps growing
It just grows and it grows
We keep on sowing
Without ever knowing
Where it all goes

 Well that does it Steve
The post office is closing
So I’ve got to leave
Thanks for the cheer
I probably will see you
This time next year
That is assuming that I’m
Not serving some time
If I get in a tax jam
Put a buck in my pocket
And give none to Uncle Sam

Put a buck in your pocket
And good luck with Uncle Sam

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg
All rights reserved