Ten Cents a Dance
Doris Day Lyrics


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I work at the Palace Ballroom, but,
gee that Palace is cheap;
When I get back to my chilly hall room
I'm much too 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 drums.
Loudly the saxophone blows.
Trumpets are tearing my eardrums.
Customers crush my toes.
Sometime 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.

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 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, it's only a dime.

Sometime 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.

Overall Meaning

Doris Day's song Ten Cents a Dance is an emotionally complicated song about a woman who works as a dance partner at the Palace Ballroom. The lyrics describe the grueling hours she endures, the tough and sometimes abusive men she encounters, the loneliness and fatigue she feels at the end of each long day. She is working as a teacher and hostess in order to make a living, but the labor is taking its toll on her. Her dance partners are fighters and sailors, butchers and barbers, and "rats from the harbors." She is always looking for her hero, but the romance she's found is "queer."


The song can be seen as a commentary on sex work, class, and gender roles in society. The woman in the song is unable to escape from her oppressive life and is forced to make the most of what she has. She must put on a brave face and keep dancing until closing time, even though she is exhausted and abused. The line "all that you need is a ticket" reinforces the idea that the men who come to the ballroom see the women as objects to be purchased and used for entertainment.


Line by Line Meaning

I work at the Palace Ballroom, but, gee that Palace is cheap;
Even though I work at the Palace Ballroom, I find it to be a cheap place.


When I get back to my chilly hall room I'm much too tired to sleep.
Returning to my own room, which is not as comfortable as that of the Palace Ballroom, I am too exhausted 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.
I am one of those lady teachers who serve as a beautiful hostess in the Palace Ballroom, providing dances for only ten cents each.


Ten cents a dance that's what they pay me, gosh, how they weigh me down!
Each dance I provide earns me only ten cents, and yet the weight of the exhausting work I do is felt greatly.


Ten cents a dance pansies and rough guys, tough guys who tear my gown!
Paying customers come in all sorts, some gentle and some rough, some of whom even tear my dresses in the process.


Seven to midnight I hear drums. Loudly the saxophone blows. Trumpets are tearing my eardrums. Customers crush my toes.
From seven in the evening until midnight, I experience the pounding beat of the drums, the deafening volume of the saxophone, the piercing notes of the trumpets, and the pain of toes being stepped on by customers.


Sometime I think I've found my hero, but it's a queer romance.
Occasionally, I feel like I have found my ideal partner, but it is a strange kind of love affair given the situation.


All that you need is a ticket, Come on, big boy, ten cents a dance.
All that is required to get a dance from me is to buy a ticket, so don't hesitate, come and join in the fun, big boy.


Fighters and sailors and bowlegged tailors can pay for their ticket and rent me!
Customers come from all walks of life, including fighters, sailors, and tailors with bowed legs, who can pay for their tickets to dance with me.


Butchers and barbers and rats from the harbors are sweethearts my good luck has sent me.
My lovers are diverse, including butchers, barbers, and even some shady characters from the harbor who have just happened to cross my path as a stroke of good fortune.


Though I've a chorus of elderly beaux, stockings are porous with holes at the toes.
Despite having a group of elderly admirers, I still wear stockings that have holes at the toes.


I'm here till closing time, Dance and be merry, it's only a dime.
I am here until the end of the night, so dance and be happy for the price of only ten cents.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers

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