
Lyrics
One semester as a kid
I worked for tips at Denny's
Fresh and fruity fish and chips
Busting ass for pennies
Now I am embarking on
A gratuity's guilt trip
Trapped inside a restaurant
Wondering what to tip
I'm just a-tipping
Sitting there but thinking 'bout tipping
Tipping
Worrying 'bout, worrying 'bout
Five or ten percent's too cheap
Even twenty percent's too steep
Don't know how to get fifteen percent
Should be on the receipt
There's an ancient rule of thumb
Passed down from my father
Take one tenth of the billed sum
Remove the decimal, less bother
Take a half of that dividend
And add the two together
It's all too much to comprehend
I'll be sitting here forever
I'm just a-tipping
Sitting there but thinking 'bout tipping
Tipping
Worrying 'bout, worrying 'bout
Five or ten percent's too cheap
Even twenty percent's too steep
Don't know how to get fifteen percent
Should be on the receipt
Were they attentive enough?
Maybe overly so
Were they too loquacious?
Or maybe just a little slow
Did they leave me hanging?
With a water glass too long empty
Were they way too sanguine?
Too obsequious for me?
I must admit I'd rather get
Service for a song
But I'm thin-skinned and I may worry
Will they talk about me when I'm gone?
I'm just a-tipping
Sitting there but thinking 'bout
Sitting there thinking 'bout tipping
Worrying 'bout, worrying 'bout
Five or ten percent's too cheap
Even twenty percent's too steep
Don't know how to get fifteen percent
Should be on the receipt
I'm just a-tipping
Tipping, tipping, tipping
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