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 California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp.
Last time
Hates California, 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.