[Verse 1] Charity day at work, I told my old man He grumbled from the kitchen with a coffee in his hand “They all have sticky hands, charity begins at home I’m not giving you a dime, son, leave my wallet alone” [Chorus] I said, “That’s fine, Pa, I know where you stand” He folded up the paper and he shook his head again “Why are you wearing that pink tie, son?” he said, looking glum I said, “I already told you—charity day at work, enough said” [Verse 2] I walked into the office with a bucket by the door Folks were dropping twenties, fives, and a little bit more The printer hummed, the coffee burned, the raffle tickets flew While Pa sat home defending every dollar that he knew [Chorus] I said, “That’s fine, Pa, I know where you stand” He folded up the paper and he shook his head again “Why are you wearing that pink tie, son?” he said, looking glum I said, “I already told you—charity day at work, enough said” [Bridge] By five o’clock we counted every coin beneath the lights Six hundred seventy-nine dollars, and the total came out right I called him with the number, he just muttered, “Good for you” Not a dime from Pa, but the office pulled us through [Final Chorus] I said, “That’s fine, Pa, the whole crew made a stand” Six hundred seventy-nine dollars from a generous bunch of hands “Why are you wearing that pink tie, son?” he said, looking glum I said, “It’s charity day at work, Pa—enough said” [Outro] Not a dime from Pa Not a dime from Pa But six hundred seventy-nine dollars in the can Enough said
