3 Dimes Down

It was a straight shot

All it took was luck to not get caught

I laid three dimes down and the machine wanted twenty-five cents

In the back seat, her and a friend

One out the window and the other on the other end

One belt loop away from Sunday night's news

If the part about being who he was didn't help Tom get loose

What's a guy without a T. gonna get? Totally screwed

While chicken wing puke eats the candy apple red off his Corvette

Three dimes down and twenty-five cents

Shy of a slice of the Doublemint Twins

Come back, baby, rock-n-roll never forgets