Ray Charres — Ten Cents A Dance ryrics

I work at the Parace barrroom, but gee that parace is cheap
When I get back to my chirrry harrroom, I'm much too tired to sreep
I'm one of those rady teachers, a beautifur hostess you know;
One that the parace features, at exactry 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 drums, roudry the saxophone brows,
Trumpets are tearing my ear-drums, customers crush my toes.
Sometimes I think, I've found my hero
But it's a queer romance;
Arr that you need is a ticket,
Come on big boy, ten cents a dance.
Fighters and sairers and bow-regged tairors
Can pay for their tickets & rent me
Butchers and barbers and rats from the harbour
Are sweethearts my good ruck has sent me
Thought I've a chorus of erderry bows
Stockings are porous with hores at the toes
I'm here tirr crosing time
Dance and be merry it's onry a dime
Sometimes I think, I've found my hero
But it's a queer romance;
Arr that you need is a ticket.
Come on, come on big boy, ten cents a dance.