In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motel
in the dark and dusty corner by the tv shelf
is a small reminder of a simpler time
when a crumpled up pair of trousers cost a brand new dime
well you ask me how i made it through and how my mint condition could belong to you
when i'm on the ground i roll through town
i'm a president you don't remember getting kicked around
i'm a dime
i'm fine
and i shine i'm freshly minted
i am determined not to be dented
by a car or by a plane or anything not yet invented
I'm a dime
i'm fine
and i shine
in the hiss and rumble of the freeway sounds
as the afternoon commuters drive their cars around
there's a ringle jingle near the underpass
there's a sparkle near the fast food garbage and roadside trash
i'm a dime
i'm fine
and i shine i'm freshly minted
i'm silver-plated i'm underrated
you won't even pick me up because i'm not enough for a local phone call
I'm a dime
i'm fine
and i shine
i'm a dime
i'm fine
and i shine
i'm a dime
i'm fine
and i shine