Ten cents a dance,
that's what they pay me,
gosh, how they weigh me down!
Ten cents a dance,
dandies 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.
Sometime 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 at the toes,
I'm here till closing time;
dance and be merry, it's only a dime!
Sometime 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!