The Lady Is a Tramp
I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked
And drifted to from Maine to Albuquerque
Alas I missed the beau-arts ball
And what is twice as sad
I've never been to a party where they honored Noel Cad
Social circles moved too fast for me
My hobohemia is the place to be
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come fate
I never bother with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
I don't like crap games with barrons 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
Like without care
I'm broke, it's oke
Hey California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
Help sienderrella ato leave me alone
I'm not so hard but my shape is my own
That's why the lady is a tramp
The food and compensky is perfect, no doubt
I couldn't tell you the riches about
Trembling you go and coffee corns out
That's why the lady is a tramp
Like the so refresh rain in my face
For Frank Cinatra I whistle and I stamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She's a hobo
She's a scamp
She's no good kind of friend
That's why the lady is a tramp