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 breaking 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 a 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 in the toes I'm here till closing time Dance and be merry, it's only a dime