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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