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
