I'm a little red tip jar, too empty to call it pay
  I'm a little red tip jar, too empty to call it pay
  won't you reach into your pocket
  send a little cash my way

  the first time they put me out, we made three dollars and two cents
    (we had to split it five ways)
  the first time they put me out, we made three dollars and two cents
  now I want you to introduce me
  to some American Presidents

  if you got a little cashola, won't you spread a bit up here
  yeah, if you got some cashole, please spread a bit up here
  cause playing makes us thirsty
  and they make us buy our own beer

    we're the Society for the Advancement
    of Loke E. Coyote
    we're hoping those hands in your pants meant
    a big fat gratuity
    I'm a little red tip jar, too empty to call it pay
    now reach deep into your pockets people
    send a mess of cash my way

  I'm a little red tip jar, won't you stuff me full of dough
  I'm a little red tip jar, please stuff me full of dough
  or we'll have to go back to our day jobs
  and we don't wanna do that no mo