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