Dance: Ten; Looks: Three Songtext / Lyric

...But after a while I caught on...I mean, I saw what they were hiring! I also swiped my dance card once after an audition, and on a scale of one to ten, they gave me for dance: TEN, for looks : THREE! Why?
Dance Ten, Looks Three And I'm still on unemployment,
Dancing for my own enjoyment. That ain't it, kid! That ain't it, kid!
Dance Ten, Looks Three Is like to die!
Left the the'ter and called the doctor For my appointment to buy...
Tits and ass Bought myself a fancy pair Tightened up the derriere
Did the nose with it All that goes with it
Tits and ass! Had the bingo-bongos done.
Suddenly I'm getting Nash'nal tours!
Tits and ass won't get you jobs, Unless they're yours!
Didn't cost a fortune neither. Didn't hurt my sex life either!
Flat and sassy I would get the strays and losers,
Beggars really can't be choosers. That ain't it, kid! That ain't it, kid!
Fix the chassis, "How do you do!"
Life turned into an endless medley of "Gee, it had to be you."Why?
Tits and ass Where the cupboard once was bare
Now you knock and someone's there
You have got 'em, hey! Top to bottom, hey!
It's a gas! Just a dash of silicone. Shake your new maracas and your fine!
Tits and ass can change your life, They sure changed mine!
Have it all done! Honey, take my word. Grab a cab, c'mon
See the wizard on Park and Seventy-Third
For tits and ass. Orchestra and balcony. What they want is what cha see. Keep the best of you, Do all the rest of you.
Pits or class, I have never seen it fail, Debutante or chorus girl or wife.
Tits and ass, yes, tits and ass Have changed my life!