The Lady Is a Tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre and doesn’t come late
She doesn’t bother with anyone that she’d hate
That’s why the lady is a tramp
Doens’t like crap games with barons and earls
She won’t go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She won’t dish the dirt with the rest of those girls
That’s why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, all that fine, free, fresh wind in her hair,
Her life’s without care
She’s broke, but it’s ok
She hates California; it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp
She gets far too hungry to wait around for dinner at eight
She adores the theatah, but she doesn’t arrive late
She’d never bother with any creeps that she’d hate
That is why the lady is a tramp
She won’t have a dice game with any sharpies or frogs
And she’ll never make a trip to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords
Oh! She won’t dish the dirt with the rest of those broads
That is why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, all that fine, free, fresh wind in her hair
Her life’s without care. She’s broke
Hates California, it’s so goddamn cold, and it’s damp
That’s why the lady, that’s why the lady
That’s why the lady is a tramp