文本歌词

Ten Cents A Dance - Carol Burnett
Written by：Richard Rodgers/Lorenz Hart
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 that's what they pay me
Gonsh 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 ear drums 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
Nigster fighters and sailers and bow legged tailors
Can pay for their tickets and rent me
Nigster 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 it's only a dime
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