I work at the Palace Ballroom, 
But, gee, that palace is cheap;
When I get back to my chilly hall room 
I'm much to 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. 

Refrain
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!

[Repeat Refrain]

Patter
Fighters and sailors and bowlegged tailors
Can pay for their tickets and rent me!
Butchers and barbers and rats from the harbors
Are sweethearts 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, i'ts 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!

Words & Music by Lorenz Hart and Richard Rogers
Copyright ©Harms Inc., New York