Sales Tax on the Women
Taxing Love: A Musical Rebellion Against Sales Tax on Women
Lyrics
You may sales tax the flour, the lard, and the meat.
You can impose sales tax on essential items like flour, lard, and meat.
Take the pennies away from me and my pals.
Taking away small amounts of money from me and my friends.
You may sales tax everything that we have to eat,
It's acceptable to impose sales tax on all the food we consume.
But don't put the taxes on the gals.
However, avoid taxing women.
One cent, two cents, three cents of cash.
Expressing how money quickly disappears.
That's the way my money goes to spinning.
Money goes away rapidly, emphasizing financial struggles.
You can take off my hat, and hit me with a bat
An exaggerated expression of discontent, suggesting strong opposition to taxing women.
If you put the sales taxes on the women.
Strongly against imposing sales taxes specifically on women.
Well, don't put the taxes on the good looking girls,
Opposing taxes on attractive women, acknowledging the necessity of some taxes.
Although I know the pennies have to go.
Acknowledging the inevitability of taxes, even if it's disliked.
Well, I wouldn't have done it for a hundred or more
Expressing reluctance but agreeing to pay for the sake of the boys' chances.
Cause the boys wouldn't stand a bit of show.
Acknowledging the unfavorable situation for the boys if taxes are imposed on women.
One cent, two cents, three cents of cash.
Reiterating the theme of money quickly being spent.
That's the way my money goes to spinning.
Money disappearing rapidly, emphasizing financial challenges.
You can take off my hat, and hit me with a bat
Reaffirming strong opposition to taxing women, using humor and hyperbole.
If you put the sales taxes on the women.
Strongly against imposing sales taxes specifically on women.
Well, I love the pretty girls, with their lovely little curls.
Expressing affection for pretty girls while questioning the morality of taxing such love.
If that's wrong, I hope I repent.
Reflecting on the possibility of repentance if loving pretty girls is wrong.
Well, I'd sure be sore, and I couldn't love no more,
Stating that having to pay taxes on love would be unbearable.
If I had to pay the taxes as I went.
Highlighting the emotional impact of paying taxes on love.
Well, that's the way it goes, Uncle Sam knows,
Accepting the inevitability of taxes imposed by Uncle Sam (the government).
He's just torturing me and my pals.
Suggesting that taxes are a form of torment for the speaker and friends.
We would die with the blues, without any shoes
Emphasizing the dire consequences, such as poverty, if taxes are imposed on women.
If you had to put the taxes on the gals.
Expressing the severity of the situation if women are taxed.
Well I don't mean any harm when I step out at night.
Clarifying innocent intentions when going out at night.
Happy times with the ladies I've spent.
Recalling happy times spent with women.
Sales taxes on the kisses just wouldn't be right,
Objecting to sales taxes on romantic activities like kisses.
In my pockets I would never have a cent.
Stating the financial impact of taxing romantic activities.
Well, One cent, two cents, three cents of cash.
Reiterating the theme of money quickly disappearing.
That's the way my money goes to spinning.
Emphasizing the financial challenges and the speed at which money is spent.
You can take off my hat, and hit me with a bat
Reaffirming strong opposition to taxing women, using humor and hyperbole.
If you put the sales taxes on the women.
Strongly against imposing sales taxes specifically on women.
Hey, One cent, two cents, three cents of cash.
Repeating the theme of money quickly disappearing.
That's the way my money goes to spinning.
Emphasizing the financial challenges and the speed at which money is spent.
You can take off my hat, and hit me with a bat
Reaffirming strong opposition to taxing women, using humor and hyperbole.
If you put the sales taxes on the women.
Strongly against imposing sales taxes specifically on women.
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