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 lost 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, 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 fastfood 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 cause I'm not enough For a local phonecall
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