Ella Fitzgerald - Ten Cents A Dance lyrics

I work at the palace ballroom, but gee that palace is cheap When i get back to my chillly 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 & 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.