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I work at the Palace Ballroom But gee, that palace isn't cheap When I get back to my chilly hall room 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 Boy, it's a queer romance All that you need is a ticket Come on, Big boy Ten cents a dance Fighters and tailors and bow-legged sailors all 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 beaux Stockings are porous With holes that 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 Boy, it's a queer romance All that you need is a ticket Come on, Big boy Ten cents a dance |