I feel so good
Come payday
I think of all the things I'm gonna buy
When I pick up my pay
Don't you know?
But then they hand me
That little brown envelope
I peep inside
Lord, I lose all hope
Cause from those total wages earned
Down to that net amount that's due
I feel a painful sense of loss
Between the two
Federal tax
There goes that bracelet for her arm
County tax
There goes that new fence for my farm
State income tax
There goes that brand new Pontiac
Withholded tax
There goes the shirt right off my back
You can dream about a honeymoon for two
You can dream but that's about all you can do
Cause by the time old Uncle Sam
Gets through with you
You can buy her a pair of hose
A little powder for her nose
And take her down to Sloppy Joe's
For beer and stew
Them are the facts
After tax
You can dream about vacations in the sun
You can dream but you can never have you one
Cause by the time
Your good old Uncle Sam gets done
You've got just enough for gas
To see them city limits pass
And if you get back home fourth class
I'd say you've won
Federal tax
There goes that bracelet for her arm
County tax
There goes that new fence for my farm
Luxury tax
Send back that shortwave radio
Insurance tax
Cancel that trip to Mexico
State income tax
Forget that brand new Pontiac
Withholded tax
There goes the shirt right off my back