Tip Your Way

[Verse 1] Tip the maid a dollar and a half Tip the waitress, feed her cocaine habit Tip the man with the gun Tip at least everyone Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the grocery girl if you want Tip the religious man on the yacht Tip the women who wait on the white magistrate Tip your way into heaven's gate [Verse 2] Tip the butler, tip the boy at the bar Tip the one in the feathers and tar Tip the fool in the aisle, tip the most ugly child Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the corner bum everyday Tip the New York whore in the sleigh Tip the carousel girl, tip the monkey in curls Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the girls embroidered in red Tip the cannons that blew off her head Tip the firing ships and the banners they rip Tip your way into heaven's gate [Verse 3] Tip the bride a knife in the back Tip your Long Island lawyer in black Tip the saint on the phone, he's a long way from home Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the cavalry officer's son Tip the streetcar children that run Tip the man with the sickle, tip him a nickel Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the drummer boy in the fog Tip the children who pet the wolf dog Tip me a ring if you like how I sing Tip your way into heaven's gate [Verse 4] Tip the judge, tip the innocent man Tip the electric chair guard if you can Tip the old prison priest, he ain't slept in weeks Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the stadium crowd in the sun Tip away your life with the gun Tip father time for keeping you fine Tip your way into heaven's gate [Verse 5] Tip all of the boy's in the band Tip a piece of your life in their hands If the barn starts to burn give your lover a turn Dance your way into heaven's gate Dance alone, dance a merry old jig Dance a butterfly's death in the ring Dance the cold night away to a Johnny Cash tape Dance your way into heaven's gate Tip your own true love in the rain Leave her there where the saxophone's play Boy you're young as can be, you got country to see Your a long ways from heaven's gate