the Lady ISA tramp
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
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 my hair
Life without care
Im broke, its oke
Hate California, its cold and its damp
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I go to Coney, the beach is divine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I follow 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