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I work at the Palace Ballroom, but,Gee that Palace is cheap;When I get back to my chilly hall roomI'm much too tired to sleep.I'm one of those lady teachers,A beautiful hostess, you know,The kind the Palace featuresFor only a dime a throw.Ten cents a danceThat's what they pay me,Gosh, how they weigh me down!Ten cents a dancePansies and rough guys,Tough guys who tear my gown!Seven to midnight I hear drums.Loudly the saxophone blows.Trumpets are tearing my eardrums.Customers crush my toes.Sometime I thinkI'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 tailorsLetras de cancionesCan pay for their ticket and rent me!Butchers and barbers and rats from the harborsAre sweethearts my good luck has sent me.Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux,Stockings are porous with holes at the toes.I'm here till closing time,Dance and be merry, it's only a dime.Sometime I thinkI'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. From Letras Mania