Oh those shaggy haired boys from across the pond were soothsayers. Way back in 1966 they recorded this little gem called "Taxman." Those haunting lyrics still hold true today...and those AIG big wigs can attest to it. Especially the bit about one for you and 19 for me. Check it out:
Let me tell you how it will be,
There's one for you, nineteen for me,
'Cos I'm the Taxman,
Yeah, I'm the Taxman.
Should five per cent appear too small,
Be thankful I don't take it all,
'Cos I'm the Taxman,
Yeah, I'm the Taxman.
If you drive a car,
I'll tax the street,
If you try to sit,
I'll tax your seat,
If you get too cold,
I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk,
I'll tax your feet.
Taxman. 'Cos I'm the Taxman,
Yeah, I'm the Taxman.
Don't ask me what I want it for (Taxman Mr. Wilson, or Mr. Obama)
If you don't want to pay some more (Taxman Mr. Heath, or Mr. Geithner),
'Cos I'm the Taxman,
Yeah, I'm the Taxman.
Now my advice for those who die,
Declare the pennies on your eyes,
'Cos I'm the Taxman,
Yeah, I'm the Taxman.
And you're working for no-one but me, Taxman.
