She arrives in all her splendor
Every night at nine o'clock.
And her chariot is the cross-town bus
That stops right down the block.
Then the old piano minstrel
Plays her song as she walks in,
And the Queen of the Silver Dollar's home again.

She's the Queen of the Silver Dollar,
And she rules this smoky kingdom.
And her scepter is a wine glass,
And this bar stool is her throne.
And the jesters flock around her,
And fight to win her favors
And see which one will take the Queen
Of the Silver Dollar home.

Her royal gown is a satin dress
That's stained and slightly torn.
And her sparklin' jewels are rhinestones,
And her shoes are scuffed and worn
From the many roads she's traveled
And the wondrous sites she's seen.
And I watch her and I pray.
God save the Queen.

The Queen of the Silver Dollar's
Not as haughty as she seems.
She was once an ordinary girl
With ordinary dreams,
But I found her and I won her.
And I brought her into this world.
Yes, I'm the man who made a Queen
Of a simple country girl.

Now she's the Queen of the Silver Dollar,
And she rules this smoky kingdom.
And her scepter is a wine glass,
And this bar stool is her throne.
And the jesters flock around her
And fight to win her favors
And see which one will take the Queen
Of the Silver Dollar home.