SALES TAX ON THE WOMEN

1. You may sales tax the flower, the lard and the meat,
Take the pennies 'way from me and my pals.
You may sales tax everything that we have to eat,
But don't put a tax upon the gals.

CHORUS: One cent, two cents, three cents in cash,
That's the way my money goes a-spinning;
But take off my hat and hit me with a bat
If you put the sales tax on the women.

2. Don't put the taxes on the good-looking girls,
Although I know the pennies have to go.
Well, I wouldn't have it done for a hundred bucks more,
'Cause the boys wouldn't stand a bit of show.

3. I love the little girls with their lovely little curls.
If that is wrong, I hope I will repent.
I would sure be sore and I couldn't love no more,
If I had to pay the taxes as I went.