Ten Cents a Dance [French translation]

Ten cents a dance,

that's what they pay me,

gosh, how they weigh me down!

Ten cents a dance,

dandies 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!

• Artist:Doris Day