Dime

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