Lyrics of
The Lady Is A Tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight;
She likes the theater, but never comes late.
She never bothers with people she hates,
That's why the lady is a tramp.
She don't go to crap games with Barons and Earls,
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls,
Won't dish the dirt like some of the girls --
That's why the lady is a tramp.
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care; she's broke, it's oke.
Hates Cal-i-for - nia, it's cold and it's damp --
That's why the lady is a tramp.
(Last time)
Hates Cal-i-for - nia, it's cold and it's damp --
That's why the lady, that's why the lady,
That's why the lady is a tramp.