I never can find my wallet
I always store away my change
I never waste a dime and never have the time
I put them in the nearest thing I find

Paid with lots of coins in Vancouver
Played with lots of toys at noon
Filled my Uke with dimes and spent them all on slime
Except for one I left way deep inside

One two three four
Five six seven eight
Nine ten cents worth
There’s a Canadian dime in my ukulele

All my dimes slowly disappeared
I used one every day for a thousand years
Turns out there was one left and you’ll never guess
Kept it safe here in my ukulele

One two three four
Five six seven eight
Nine ten cents worth
There’s a Canadian dime in my ukulele

One dime at the bottom
Two dimes in my hand
Three dimes on the table
And a hundred pennies in my Uke as well