I've wined and dined on 
Mulligan stew and never wished for turkey 
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from 
Maine to Albuquerque 
Alas I missed the Beaux 
Arts Ball and what is twice as sad 
I was never at a party where they honored 
Noel Ca-ad But social circles spin too fast for me 
My "hobohemia" is the place to be 
I get too hungry for dinner at eight 
I like the theater, but never come late 
I never bother with people 
I hate That's why the lady is a tramp 
I don't like crap games with barons and earls 
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls 
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls 
That's why the lady is a tramp 
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair 
Life without care