The Lady Is a Tramp

　　She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
　　She likes the theater and never comes late
　　She never bothers, with people she'd hate
　　That's why the lady is a tramp
　　Doesn't like crap games, with barons or earls
　　Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
　　Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
　　That's why the lady is a tramp
　　She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
　　Life without care
　　She's broke and it's oak
　　Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
　　That's why the lady is a tramp
　　She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
　　She loves the theater but never comes late
　　She'd never bother with people she'd hate
　　That's why the lady is a tramp
　　She'll have no crap games with sharpies and frauds
　　And she won't go to Harlem, in Lincoln's or Ford's
　　And she won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads
　　That's why the Lady is a Tramp
　　She loves the free, fresh, wind in her hair
　　Life without care
　　She's broke, but it's oak
　　Hates California, it's so cold, and so damp
　　That's why the lady, that's why the lady
　　That's why the lady is a tramp