Mansun

Hell be your taxloss lover from liverpool
Taxloss lover if the truth be told
Taxloss lover still lives in the war
Taxloss lover touching 74
Ah, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss
We think you are stupid
We give you money cos our assets are fluid yeah
Well sell you down the river
Just remember that we said wed deliver you
Sign on the line and well give you the money
And then youll be mine and well fly somewhere sunny
And youll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
Youre a taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss
Hell be your taxloss lover and his name is bert
Taxloss lover and hes always a flirt