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A Two Dollar Tip


They gave me a two dollar tip, a Two Dollar tip!

After seventy-five dollars of food they give a two dollar tip

I answered every question,I gave all the food

On top of that they knew it was good

But a two dollar tip? After busting my hip

Running back and forth filling their every wish

I even gave them an extra dish!

And they gave me a two dollar tip, a Two Dollar tip!

 

They gave me a two dollar tip, a Two Dollar tip!

I waited like a servant on them every trip

From the kitchen to the table with water

I would ask "Is that enough rice for you sir?"

At first I liked my job as a waitress, but its giving me too much stress

All that keeps me staying is my dream for a future

A future where I'm the boss, making my own illustrated picture

Then I wouldn't have to worry about no Two Dollar tip

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