[Verse:] Tickets for one and all For the Policeman's Ball [Refrain:] Fifty cents for a gent and his bundle Will admit you to the Policeman's Ball Fifty cents and you're all set to trundle Arm in arm and dance all around the hall Dancin' 'round, gettin' hot 'neath the collar If it starts to wilt from the lack of starch There'll be six you can buy for a dollar And you'll have a spare for the big Grand March All evening they'll be tripping the light fantastic Watch their suspenders stretching the old elastic Each dress'd up in a suit made of cotton Patent leather shoes that are much too small But who cares? That'll soon be forgotten Dancing at the Policeman's Ball [Coda:] Come on let's go to the Policeman's Ball
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