Ten Cents a Dance (Fitzgerald Ella)

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 sailors and bow-legged 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 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