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 tickets 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 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 Come on, come on, come on Come on, big boy, ten cents a dance