Ten Cents a Dance Songtext
von Anita O’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 sweethearts my goodluck has sent me

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 weird romance
All that you need is a ticket
Come on, big boy, ten cents a dance