The Lady Is A Tramp Lyrics

She wined and dined on Mulligan Stew,
And 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 honoured Noel Coward
But social circles spin too fast to see
Her "hobohemia" is the place to be
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She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre, but never comes late
She never bothers, with anyone she hates
That is why this lady is a tramp
She don't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Does not dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That is why this broad is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh coo-coo-cooee wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but that's coke
Hates California, too cold, too damp
That's why this lady is a tramp

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She adores the theatre, but never comes late
She never bothers, with anyone she hates
That is why this lady is a tramp
She don't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Brixton, baby, in ermine and pearls
Does not dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That is why this lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh coo-coo-cooee wind in her hair
Life without care
I'm broke, that's a joke
Hates California, too cold, too damp
That's why this lady
That's why this lady
That's why this lady is a tramp