Every night at nine o'clock
  And her chariot is the crosstown 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 smokey kingdom
  And her scepter is her wine glass
  And this barstool 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 sights 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 to 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 smokey kingdom
  And her scepter is her wine glass
  And this barstool 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

   - Words and Music Copyright 1972 by Shel Silverstein