Richard Rodgers
Ten Cents a Dance
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Seven to midnight I hear drums
Loudly the saxophone blows
Trumpets are tearing my eardrums
Customers crush my toes
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Fighters and sailors and bowlegged tailors
Can pay for a ticket and rent me
Butchers and barbers and rats from thе harbours
Are sweethearts my good luck has sent mе
[Verse 5]
Though I've a chorus of elderly beaus
Stockings are porous with holes at the toes
I'm here till closing time
Dance and be merry, it's only a dim
[Verse 6]
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
[Outro]
Come on
Come on, come on
Come on
Come on, big boy, ten cents a dance