Lyrics Tipping - Bruce Hornsby

Once was a master as a kid, working for tips at Denny′s
Classic fruit, fish and chips, busting ass for pennies
Now I held embarking horror to a tease guilt trip
Trapped inside a restaurant wondering what to tip
Just a tippin'
Sittin′ here thinking about a tippin'
Tippin'

Worrying about, worrying about
Five to ten percent′s too cheap, even twenty percent′s too steep
Don't know how to get to fifteen percent; it should be on the receipt

Here′s a nature rule of thumb passed down from my father
Take one tenth of the meal, itself, move the decimal less bother
Take the half of the difference, again, and add the two together
It's all too much to comprehend, I′ll be sitting here forever
Just a tippin'
Sittin′ here thinking about a tippin'
Tippin'

Worrying about, worrying about
Five to ten percent′s too cheap, even twenty percent′s too steep
Don't know how to get to fifteen percent; it 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 hangin′ with the 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 thick-skinned and I'm not
Worried if they talk about me when I′m gone
Just a tippin'
Sittin' here thinking about a tippin′
Tippin′

Worrying about, worrying about
Five to ten percent's too cheap, even twenty percent′s too steep
Don't know how to get to fifteen percent; it should be on the receipt
Just a tippin′
Sittin' here thinking about a tippin′
Tippin'