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 theater, but 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 and earls

Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls

Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls

That is why this lady is a tramp

She likes that free, fresh wind in her hair

Life without care

She's broke, no joke

Hates California, too cold, too damp

That's why this broad is a tramp

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight

She likes the theater, but 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 and earls

Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls

Don't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls

That is why this lady is a tramp

She likes 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