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  • Ive 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 (coward)
    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
    Thats why the lady is a tramp
    I dont like crap games, with barons and earls
    Wont go to harlem, in ermine and pearls
    Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
    Thats why the lady is a tramp
    I like the free, fresh wind in her hair
    Life without care
    Im broke, its ok
    Hate california, its cold and its damp
    Thats why the lady is a tramp
    I go to coney, the beach is devine
    I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
    I find a winchell, and read every line
    Thats why the lady is a tramp

    I like a prizefight, that isnt a fake
    I love the rowing, on central park lake
    I go to opera and stay wide awake
    Thats why the lady is a tramp
    I like the green grass under my shoes
    What can I lose, Im flat, thats that
    Im alone when I lower my lamp
    Thats why the lady is a tramp

    Transcribed by todd peach
    A few additional verses from the ella in berlin cd:
    Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
    Tell slender ella to leave me alone
    Im not so hot, but my shape is my own
    Thats why the lady is a tramp
    The food at the kopensky is perfect, no doubt
    I couldnt tell you wha the ritz is about
    Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out
    Thats why the lady is a tramp
    Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face
    Diamonds and lace, no got, so what? !
    For frank sinatra, I whistle and stamp
    Thats why the lady is a tramp
    Shes a hobo
  • [00:06.11]Ive wined and dined on mulligan stew, and never wished for turkey
    [00:11.48]As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from maine to albuquerque
    [00:17.42]Alas, I missed the beaux arts ball, and what is twice as sad
    [00:26.62]I was never at a party where they honored noel ca-ad (coward)
    [00:35.54]But social circles spin too fast for me
    [00:41.09]My hobohemia is the place to be
    [00:49.78]I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
    [00:55.21]I like the theater, but never come late
    [01:00.82]I never bother, with people I hate
    [01:06.60]Thats why the lady is a tramp
    [01:12.73]I dont like crap games, with barons and earls
    [01:18.09]Wont go to harlem, in ermine and pearls
    [01:24.29]Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
    [01:29.65]Thats why the lady is a tramp
    [01:34.08]I like the free, fresh wind in her hair
    [01:41.42]Life without care
    [01:44.43]Im broke, its ok
    [01:47.55]Hate california, its cold and its damp
    [01:53.41]Thats why the lady is a tramp
    [01:59.34]I go to coney, the beach is devine
    [02:05.14]I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
    [02:11.07]I find a winchell, and read every line
    [02:16.78]Thats why the lady is a tramp
    [02:21.76]
    [02:23.01]I like a prizefight, that isnt a fake
    [02:28.62]I love the rowing, on central park lake
    [02:34.56]I go to opera and stay wide awake
    [02:40.35]Thats why the lady is a tramp
    [02:44.95]I like the green grass under my shoes
    [02:52.29]What can I lose, Im flat, thats that
    [02:58.50]Im alone when I lower my lamp
    [03:04.50]Thats why the lady is a tramp
    [03:13.36]
    [03:17.25]Transcribed by todd peach
    [03:17.81]A few additional verses from the ella in berlin cd:
    [03:18.06]Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
    [03:18.25]Tell slender ella to leave me alone
    [03:18.43]Im not so hot, but my shape is my own
    [03:18.68]Thats why the lady is a tramp
    [03:18.87]The food at the kopensky is perfect, no doubt
    [03:19.06]I couldnt tell you wha the ritz is about
    [03:19.32]Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out
    [03:19.50]Thats why the lady is a tramp
    [03:19.68]Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face
    [03:19.88]Diamonds and lace, no got, so what? !
    [03:20.05]For frank sinatra, I whistle and stamp
    [03:20.25]Thats why the lady is a tramp
    [03:20.44]Shes a hobo