It’s so very taxing, My tent is collapsing I found myself one pole too short So I phoned up the council, they said, Hey you scoundrel We’re going to take you to court North Pole, South Pole, flag pole, bean pole But there’s one pole you can axe It’s the p... p... p... p... p... pole tax There’s been infiltration In this organisation The taxmen are dressed as camp chiefs Hogg’ll ogle your tent And you know what is meant He’s really just one more pole thief I’m cheesed off with camping My spirits are dampening My tent without poles is sod all I want bricks and mortar And hot running water So I’ll go and install at Rushall