Oh yes you work for charity, you’re standing on the street,
asking for the bank details from everyone you meet.
You scan the road for victims, then you try to block my path,
as you lean towards my face, your tactics make me laugh.
Bombard me with your biggest grin, and put me on the spot,
trick me into donations that I really haven’t got.
The worst thing I have done, is let you carry on your speech,
you don’t take no for an answer, you’re no better than a leech.
How much goes to charity, after you’ve been paid?
It goes against the principle, to see a living made.
