(Parody of Angie by The Rolling Stones)

Stingy
Stingy
You always buy your clothes on sale
At the booth you won the tolls
You re-use your toilet rolls
And paper towels you hang to dry
Stingy
You're pitiful
The check is always in the mail
Dials local calls direct
If it's long distance call collect
And check the coin tray for the dime
Stingy
You'd sell your mother for a dollar
You're everything cheapskate implies
Waiters don't even want to come close to you
To find the tip
They squint their eyes
Stingy
Stingy
Guess what
It's your turn to buy