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 pansies 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
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 sailors and bowlegged tailors
Can pay for their ticket and rent me
Butchers and barbers and rats from the harbors
Are sweet hearts 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