To a twelve bar beat. With feeling. (Use basic blues chord progression in key to suit)
I woke up this morning, it was tax deadline day Got to finish my return. ‘No problem’ you say Just get on that computer, go and surf up the web Don’t file with paper, use that 'SA Online' instead
So I dig out that pincode, ‘Where’s that password been put?’ Look out that P60, and my building society passbook Grab those dividend vouchers, check out my P11D There’s plenty of time yet, perhaps I’ll have a break and a nice cup of tea
Get back to my desk and put numbers in boxes Just click onto 'send', but now here’s something that foxes. Nothing seems to be happening. Now I really got the blues! Clicking send again and again now. I can’t believe that it’s true!!
I just get this message. ‘Error 404 – not found’ My return should be flying, not stuck here on the ground! I don’t want to be ‘redirected’, don’t care bout ‘safe and secure’ Just want to send off my return and keep my penalty record pure.
I don’t care about encryption levels. Let’s try pressing send again I’d sell my soul to the devil to get my tax return sent So it’s down to the crossroads, to the offices of that old HMRC What do you mean you closed at 4.30? That’s no *&^$!!”#! use to me!
And there’s no $”%^&””!! postbox. Security measures have gone mad I got the tax return blues. Man, I got them real bad So I sit on the kerb, with my head in my hands Any chance of a deadline extension, Mr HM Revenue and Customs man?