Lady Is A Tramp Songtext / Lyric

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight

She adores the theater, and won't arrive late

She'd never bother, with people 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, in ermine and pearls

Won't dish the dirt, with the rest 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 ok

She hates California, it's cold and it's damp

That's why the lady is a tramp, oh

Oh

I get far too hungry to eat dinner at eight

I adore the theater but I never come late

I'd ooh

You'd never bother with anyone that you'd hate

That's why the lady is a tramp

I like the free, fresh wind in my hair, life without care

She's a Springer, a humdinger

Hate California, too cold

And too damp

That's why the lady

That's why the lady

That's why the lady

That's why the lady

That's why the lady

Oh

That is why the lady is a tramp

That is why the lady is a tramp

Tramp, oh