A day on the line One more shift One more penny One more test of my patience The crowd surrounds me as if I've done something so niche It had never been performed before They all scramble round my feet like beggars Replicating my every move They cascade towards the manager Giving him a real earful Why's he not earning more? Why's he not getting laid? Just as crucial as me to the business Honouring my manager's wishes and Bringing home the dole Why do I breathe every time I check in? What a waste of sanitised air for the customers Someone please think of the customers Oh please I need more tips for the bus home Or I'll be sleeping on the floor Everybody says you should give me more tips More, more, more, more Even my manager looked on in vain As I received just a customary 10 percent It's more than I could ever ask for but still not enough Still, not enough