Ten Cents a Dance

Ten cents a dance
That's what they pay me
Gosh, how they weigh me down!

Ten cents a dance
Pansies and rough guys
Tough guys who tear my gown!

Seven to midnight I hear drums
Loudly the saxophone blows
Trumpets are tearing my eardrums
Customers crush my toes

Sometimes I think
I've found my hero
But it's a queer romance
All that you need is a ticket
Come on, big boy, ten cents a dance

Fighters and sailors and bowlegged tailors
Can pay for their ticket and rent me!
Butchers and barbers and rats from the harbors
Are sweethearts my good luck has sent me

Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux
Stockings are porous with holes in toes
I'm here till closing time
Dance and be merry, it's only a dime

Sometimes I think
I've found my hero
But it's a queer romance
All that you need is a ticket
Come on, big boy, ten cents a dance



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart
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