Cake – 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 lost a brand new dime

Well you ask me how I made it through

And now 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