viernes, 11 de octubre de 2024

Canciones que cuentan una historia - Hoy: Ten cents a dance

Música: Richard Rodgers

Letra: Lorenz Hart


 
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 
At exactly 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 breaking 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 
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 breaking 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

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