I work at the Palace Ballroom, And that Palace is cheap; When I get back to my chilly hall room I'm much to tired to sleep. I'm one of those lady teachers, A beautiful hostess, you know. One that the palace features For exactly a dime a throw.
Ten cents a dance That's what they pay me, How they weigh me down! Ten cents a dance Pansies and rough guys Tough guys that tear my gown! Seven to midnight I hear drums. Loudly the saxophone blows. Trumpets that tear at 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.
Soldiers 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 send me. Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux , 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, big boy, ten cents a dance.
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