The Lady Is a Tramp
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She adores the theater and she doesn't come late
She'd never bothers if anyone she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem dressed in ermine and pearls
She won't dish that dirt with the rest of the girls
That is why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, free motherly wind in her hair
Life without care, she's broke, but it's oak
She loves California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets much too hungry to wait around for dinner at eight
She loves the theater and she doesn't arrive late
She'd never mess with an idiot she'd hate
That's why the lady she's a tramp
She doesn't dig dice games played with lots of Sharpie's and Fraud's
Won't make a trip up to Harlem driving in shining Lincoln's and Ford's
She won't dish the dirt with the rest of those broads
That is why the lady is a tramp
She loves the cool, free, fine, wild wind in her hair
Her life's without a care, she's broke
She hates California because 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
She loves the free, free, fine, fresh wind in her hair
Life's without a care, she's broke
She hates California because it's damn cold and it's damp
That's why the lady, yes, that's why the lady
Obviously that's why this chick is a tramp