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 Im on the ground I roll through town
Im a president you dont remember getting kicked around
Im a dime
Im fine
And I shine Im freshly minted
I am determined not to be dented
By a car or by a plane or anything not yet invented
Im a dime
Im fine
And I shine
In the hiss and rumble of the freeway sounds
As the afternoon commuters drive their cars around
Theres a ringle jingle near the underpass
Theres a sparkle near the fast food garbage and roadside trash
Im a dime
Im fine
And I shine Im freshly minted
Im silver-plated Im underrated
You wont even pick me up because Im not enough for a local phone call
Im a dime
Im fine
And I shine
Im a dime
Im fine
And I shine
Im a dime
Im fine
And I shine