Ella Fitzgerald - Ten Cents A Dance Lyrics
I work at the palace ballroom, but gee that palace is cheapWhen I get back to my chillly hallroom, Im much too tired to sleepIm 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, thats what they pay meGosh 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, Ive found my heroBut its a queer romance;All that you need is a ticket,Come on big boy, ten cents a dance.Fighters and sailers and bow-legged tailorsCan pay for their tickets & rent meButchers and barbers and rats from the harbourAre sweethearts my good luck has sent meThought Ive a chorus of elderly bowsStockings are porous with holes at the toesIm here till closing timeDance and be merry its only a dimeSometimes I think, Ive found my heroBut its a queer romance;All that you need is a ticket.Come on, come on big boy, ten cents a dance.
