Ten Cents A Dance (Stereo Version)

I work at the Palace ballroom, but gee that palace is cheap When I get back to my chilly 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 romance 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 and 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