Nickels and Dimes Songtext
von Prism

Have mercy on a poor boy's soul
And please don't be too unkind
I live my life on the edge of a knife
Now I'm leavin' it all behind

Oh, We blew those nickels and dimes
Oh, We blew those nickels and dimes

I got me a three-piece suit
Set out on the make
Now I serenade those rich old maids
Like a sweet-talkin', two legged snake


(CHORUS)

I turned on my boyscout smile
I stood up and gave her my seat
Winked my eye and unzipped my fly
And later we went up to her penthouse suite

(SOLO)

Every eye in the casino
Is on the woman at the roulette wheel
She was thirty-eight, a little over weight
In her purse lay her charm and appeal

(CHORUS X 2)


(OUTRO)