O Panama! Where money grows on trees!
O avarice and greed, of taxes we are free.
Fatten our wallets, let our bank balance grow
The tax inspector, he will never know.
For the wealthy, O Panama,
We sing in praise of thee.
Save our money, glorious, tax-free!
O Panama, you’re more than a hat to me.
O Panama, where you never PAYE.
O Panama! Where spivs and bankers go,
To hide their gains, let liquid assets flow!
How dear to us is personal gain,
We must hide it from the HMRC!
A land of hedge funds for those who never toil,
The true Pound strong and free!
Save our money, glorious, tax-free.
O Panama, you’re more than a hat to me.
O Panama, where we’re free from VAT.
O Panama! Convenient distant skies,
May the tax man never from our fingers prise.
Our wads of cash, amassed thro’ the years,
We sing in praise of thee,
Our own beloved tax-avoidance scam
Our true Pound strong and free!
Save our money, glorious, tax-free.
O Panama, you’re more than a hat to me.
O Panama, where you never PAYE.
Good bankers all, who hearest humble prayer,
Hold our assets, in thy loving care.
Help us to find, solace in thee,
A lasting rich reward.
As waiting for yet more money,
We ever stand on guard.
And keep our cash, glorious, tax-free.
O Panama, you’re more than a hat to me.
O Panama, where we’re free from VAT.
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