Lady Is a Tramp Lyrics

She′s wined and dined on Mulligan stew
Never wished for turkey
As she hitched and hiked and grifted too
From Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, she missed the Beaux Arts ball
And what is twice as sad
She was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Ca'ad
But social circles spin too fast, you see
Her hobohemia is the place to be

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theater but never comes late
She′ll never bother with people she hates

That's why the lady is a tramp
She don't like crap games with barons and 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, it's oke′
Hates California, it's cold and it′s damp

That's why the lady is a tramp

When she goes dining, dressed in her jeans
Loves pork and beans, she gets stares, but who cares?
Can't make Lombardo, digs Basie and Hamp

That′s, that′s why, that's why the lady
That′s why the lady is a tramp

The lady is a tramp
The lady is a tramp
The lady is a tramp
Yes, the lady is a tramp