I found a penny, a dirty street penny, out on the street yesterday.
I said to myself, "It's really a shame how people throw money away.
If I found a penny, a dirty street penny, each day for the next five years,
I'd have enough money to buy a steak dinner and maybe a couple root beers."
I try to save money wherever I can, but it's hard to make ends meet
That's why I'll pick up a discarded penny that I come across on the street.
There's a big jar on my dresser that's filled with the pennies that I get in change
And with ones that I found that were down on the ground. Some of them really look strange.
There's one that's covered with scratches and dents that look lighter-colored inside.
It's one of the newer ones, not made of copper. It looks like it really got fried.
Another one's flattened beyond recognition. Only the date on it's plain.
I found it out by a railroad track; it must have got hit by a train.
And then there's the one that's so covered with tarnish, it looks like it came from the sea.
It's turned a bright shade of green 'round the edges. I found it out under a tree.
And yet every one of them's still legal tender. Oh what will I do with this stash?
I've got seven dollars and ninety-six cents worth. That isn't a whole lot of cash.
Perhaps if I wrap them up in penny wrappers and take them on down to the bank
Then I can afford to buy a little gasoline, enough to top off my tank.