Words by Lorenz Hart and Music by Richard Rodgers (1930)

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,
 the kind the Palace features
 for only a dime a throw

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 [bad word]  Loudly the saxophone blows
 [bad word] are tearing my [bad word]  Customers [bad word] my toes
 Sometime I think
 I’ve found my hero,
 but it’s a [bad word] romance
 All that you need is a ticket [bad word] 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 good luck has send me
 Though I’ve a [bad word] of elderly beaux,
 stockings are porous with hole at the toes
 I’m here till closing time.
 Dance and be merry, it’s only a dime

Sometime I think
 I’ve found my hero,
 but it’s a [bad word] romance
 All that you need is a ticket [bad word] on, big boy, ten cents a dance