Ten Cents A Dance — Doris Day

Ten Cents A Dance -- Doris Day

Ten cents a dance
That’s what they pay me
Gosh, how they weigh me down
Ten cents a dance
Dandies 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 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 sailors and bowlegged tailors
Can 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 at the toes
I’m here till closing time
Dance and be merry, it’s only a dime

Sometime 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

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