The Lady Is A Tramp
She wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey

As she hitched and hiked and grifted too

From Maine to Albuquerque

Alas, she missed the Beaux Arts Ball

And what is twice as sad

She was never at a party

Where they honored Noel Ca'ad

But social circles spin too fast you see

Her Hobohemia is the place to be

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight

She likes the theatre and never comes late

She never bothers with anyone she hates

That is why this lady is a tramp

She don't like crap games with barons or earls

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of those girls
That's why this lady is a tramp

She like the free fresh wind in her hain, life without care

She's broke, no joke
Hates California, too cold, too damp

That's why this lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight

She likes the theatre, but never comes late

She never bothers with anyone she hates
That's why this lady is a tramp

She don't like crap games with sharpies and frogs

Won't go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords

Don't dish the dirt with the rest of those girls
That's why this lady is a tramp

She loves the free fresh wind in her hair, life without care

I'm broke, no joke
Hates California, too cold, too damp

That's why this lady, that's why the lady
That's why this lady is a tramp