I work at the Palace ballroom,
but gee that palace is cheap
When I get back to my chillly hallroom, I'm
much too tired to sleep
I'm one of those lady teachers,
a beautiful hostess you know;
One that the palace features,
at exactly a dime a throw.
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 ear- drums,
customers crush my toes.
Sometimes I think,
I've found my hero
But it's a queer
ro mance;
All that you need is a ticket,
Come on big boy,
ten cents a dance.
Fighters and sailers and
bow- legged tailors
Can pay for their tickets
& rent me
Butchers and barbers and
rats from the harbour
Are sweethearts my good
luck has sent me
Thought I've a chorus of elderly bows
Stockings are porous
with holes at the 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, come on big boy,
ten cents a dance.