Paul Draper - Taxloss lyrics

He'll be your taxloss lover from Liverpool Taxloss lover if the truth be told Taxloss lover still lives in the war Taxloss lover touching 74 Come back to me We want your money Taxloss We think you are stupid We give you our money cos our a**ets are fluid yeah We'll sell you down the river Just remember that we said we'd deliver you Sign on the line and we'll give you the money And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny And you'll quibble that our drivell seems unsatisfactory You're a taxloss Come back to me We want your money taxloss He's your taxloss lover and his nickname is Bert Taxloss lover and he's always a flirt Taxloss lover's into kinky s** Taxloss lover wears a cracking dress Taxloss Mud rock Junk pop Chart hop Mop top Swap shop who'd you'd nick your cliche off