What’s in it for me?
You don’t get nothing for free.
You stand and shake your tin,
It gets under my skin.
I might see what i can do
In another year or two.

Let me see: what’s in it for me?
‘cos you don’t - don’t get nothing free.
Can you stop? you keep after me
But i’m not - not a charity

Now you’re back again
Just like a long-lost friend
With your sorry tale of woe
But no-one wants to know.
Just give us a rest!
You’re making me depressed.

Gotta run, i’m a busy man
And i’ve done everything i can
But you keep stickin’ out your hand
Pardon me, you’re in disneyland

And i know you’ll think it’s strange,
You, i know you’ll think it’s strange
But i don’t have any change.
So no change.

I’ll tell you for free:
Don’t waste your breath on me.
I’ve heard it all before.
Philanthropy’s a bore!

Charity!
What’s in it for me?