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Granny is starting to look pretty costly At anywhere up to f500 a year So even though she is capable, happy and lovely Its out of the house cos it won't be so dear And into the poll-tax-free state-run environment Waiting for death in a small cosy room We can visit her then and she'll make lots of friends They'll be queuing for places so we'd better book soon Charlie is eighteen there's no point in waiting Forget all that learning and get a job fast And a flat of your own cos the money's all blown The family unit's a thing of the past Well then my darling you'd better start working Cos husbands are meant to pay tax for their wives You could be an inspector or a poll tax collector The only job open are the ones we despise And the baby is due, maybe we should consider Abortion, adoption or changing our name Cos for each extra head there's a mouth to be fed And the poll tax eats more than we've managed to save By the year 1999 all these old friends of mine SongtexteWill be in prison or gone far away For the tax's evasion, unable to pay them Or just for the wanting of somewhere to stay Of somewhere to stay Of somewhere to stay With Thatcher replacing the tiles on our roof With demands for more money than we've ever got We'll look back and wish we'd known more and resisted The poll tax Student loans More cuts in benefits All got together All got together All got together and said fuck the lot of it! Fuck the lot of it! Aus Songtexte Mania