Put a Tax on Love - Eddie Cantor

Listen, friends and Romans, let me have your ear

Would that I were home for just a day

I could settle all my country’s cares and fears

I’d call up my president and say

Tax your food, your coat and hat

Tax your income, tax your flat

We can do away with that

Put a tax on love

Taxicabs will have a clock

That will register the shock

Of the kisses on each block

Put a tax on love

Everytime you go and steal a moonlight kiss

Mark it down, because you’re gonna pay for this

Love a little, love a lot

Love that’s true and love that’s not

No excuse that you forgot

Put a tax on love

Give your Frigidaire a bend

Let’s go back when men were men

Bring the iceman back again

Put a tax on love