Scared Weird Little Guys - Gst lyrics

Gst By the scared weird little guys Once upon a time in the act Two 'poli's met for a cup of tea Their names were howard, j., and costello, p., They talked about the state of the land How not enough money went into their hands And they came up with an ingenious plan To partly bamboozle the common man And it'd sound good enoughbut it'd still be a scam And wham, bam, thank you ma'am: The gst Let's explain this ten-percent Because confusion is evident At times like these where every cent Is spent on rent and isn't meant To supplement the government And now we feel embarra**ment When he tells us we shouldn't worry And he can't even say he's sorry You pay ten-percent on an orange-juicer Which the vender pays to his producer Who hands some on to his supplier Who gets some more from another buyer That's how it works, it's plain to see It's simple just like a,b,c Unless you see your juice to me In which case the gst Is not paid by you, but me So when you go to the milkbar later And you buy some bread and a baked potato The guy's out back with his calculator And he's trying to see if it's lessor or greater He's punching away at the keys in front Performing a mathematical stunt And his language could be described as blunt As he calls john howard a little...late for dinner Noodles, videos, plumbers and ice-cream Dog-bones, petrol, feminine hygiene Crampons, custard, concrete All gets taxed Say it's ten-percent on forty-eight fifty Or four-eighty-five, but now it gets shifty 'cause now the price becomes fifty-three thirty-five Now round that up to a straight fifty-five Or an extra one-dollar sixty-five That's thirty-four-percent On your ten-percent On top of the tax You've already spent about three-percent That wasn't even meant Of the hundred percent But don't lament You could send complaints on letters and faxes But who benefits from all of this? The person who does your taxes