“The Lady Is a Tramp” LYRICS

I’ve wined and dined on mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and drifted, 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 C’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 –
That’s why the lady is a tramp.

I 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 the girls –
That’s why the lady is a tramp.

I like the free, fresh wind in my hair,
Life without care.
I’m broke – It’s oke!

Hate California, it’s cold and it’s damp.
That’s 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 –
That’s why the lady is a tramp.

I like a prizefight that isn’t a fake.
I like the rowing on Central Park Lake.
I go to opera and stay wide awake –
That’s why the lady is a tramp!

I like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose?
I’m flat! That’s that!

I’m all alone when I lower my lamp.
That’s why the lady is a tramp!

Girls get massages, they cry and they moan.
Tell Lizzie Arden to leave me alone.
I’m not so hot, but my shape is my own –
That’s why the lady is a tramp.

The food at Sardi’s is perfect, no doubt.
I wouldn’t know what the Ritz is about.
I drop a nickel and coffee comes out –
That’s why the lady is a tramp.

I like the sweet, fresh rain on my face.
Diamonds and lace
No got. So what?

For Robert Taylor I whistle and stamp –
That’s why the lady is a tramp!