Ten Cents A Dance (8/28/56)

Ten Cents A Dance (8/28/56) - Ella Fitzgerald

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 thats 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 its a queer romance;

All that you need is a ticket

Come on big boy ten cents a dance

Fighters and sailers and bowlegged 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 its only a dime

Sometimes I think I've found my hero

But its a queer romance;

All that you need is a ticket

Come on come on big boy ten cents a dance