The Lady Is a Tramp
She gets too hungry for dinner at eightShe likes the theatre and never comes lateShe never bothers with people she hatesThat's why the lady is a tramp
Doens't like crapgames with barons or earlsWon't go to Harlem in ermine and pearlsWon't dish the dirt with the rest of the girlsTha'ts why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free fresh wind in her hair, life without careShe's broke and it's okHates California, it's cold and it's dampThat's why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eightShe loves the theatre, but never comes lateShe'd never bother with people she'd hateThat's why the lady is a tramp
She'll have no crapgames with sharpies and frogsAnd she won't go to Harlem in Lincolns or FordsAnd she won't dish the dirt with the rest of the broadsThat's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free fresh wind in her hairLife without care. She's broke but it's okHates California, it's so cold and so dampThat's why the lady. that's why the ladyThat's why the lady is a tramp