All Their Green
Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien, 3/17-8/93
Music: "In the Green/Merry Plowboy", Irish Trad.
Insp: Tax time!

I am a merry CPA, as anyone can see
I'm off to join the IRS, a taxman for to be.
I've always hated workers, the rich, and middle class;
So now I'll join the IRS and take away their cash!

CH:
We make 'em send us all their green, all their green
The rest of the year, I fear, we're blue
For noone loves 
A member of 
The Internal Revenue.

Now when the month of April comes, the rain will gently fall,
Along with tears that ev'ry year drop from the eyes of all.
But when Marie is weeping on her 1040-EZ
And smears her ink, I hope she'll think a little bit of me.

CH:

Next fiscal quarter, we had planned to file a joint return
But sweet Marie, she jilted me when my job plans she learned.
Her face was filled with loathing as she said scornfully,
"Upon my life, a taxman's wife I swear I'll never be."

CH:

(repeat first verse)