The Lady Is A Tramp Songtext / Lyric

She gets too hungry for dinner at 8

(I'm starving)



She loves the theater but she never comes late

I never bother with people that I hate

That's why this chick is a tramp



She doesn't like crap games with barons and earls



Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls

And I definitely won't dish our dirt with the rest of those girls



That's why the lady is a tramp



I love the free fresh wind in my hair



Life without care



Oh, I'm so broke,



It's OK



I hate California. It's crowded and damp



That's why the lady is a tramp



I'm a tramp!

Sometimes I go to Coney Island



Oh, the beach is divine



I love the Yankees






Jeter is just fine



I follow Rogers and Hart



She sings every line

That's why the lady is a tramp



I love the prize fight

That isn't a fake



No fakes

And I love to rowboat with you and your wife in Central Park Lake



She goes to the opera and stays wide awake

Yes I do

That's why this lady is a tramp

She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes

What can I lose? 'cause I got no dough (Oh no?)

I'm all alone when I lower my lamp

That's why the lady is a tramp

Go

I love your free, fresh, I love your handkerchief in my hair

Life without care

But I'm so broke!

That's OK!

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp



That's why the lady is a tramp

That's why this lady is a tramp!



That's why the lady is a tramp