Now what did the taxman say
When you said you couldn't pay
Did he say to you
What you gonna do?
And kindly walk away
No, he acted like the policeman
Said you had to spill your can
'Cause he thinks he's sure
That it's part of a law
That no one understands
And god bless the postman who thinks he's doing right
Delivering your doctor bill for an injury you suffered on a lonely saturday night
You're drinking too much beer
You went and kicked the curb
You broke your little toe, dreaming about the suburbs
You could live in if you only had the time
But time for you ain't got no time for me
And time for me ain't got no time for you
So tell me mister, what you wanna do with your life?
Now how hard did you sigh
When the doctor looked you in the eye
Said it's sad
Your credit's bad
I have to let you die
And they didn't make no sound
When they put you in the ground
It's another sorry turn in this vicious circle, going round and round
And god bless the postman who drinks another pint
And winds up lying drunk upon the sidewalk on a lonely saturday...
You're drinking too much beer
Don't go and kick the curb
Don't break your little toe, dreaming about the suburb
You could live in if you only had the time
But time for you ain't got no time for me
And time for me ain't got no time for you
So tell me mister, what you wanna do with your life?
Don't mix those pills with beer
It says so on the box
You know you might get hurt
If you go play with rocks
'Cause pet rocks, they hit harder than you know
And nighttime is the right time when infection starts to grow
Oh, oh, oh