Ten Cents A Dance

Ruth Etting

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!