| I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew And never wished for turkey! As I hitched and hiked, and drifted too from Maine to Albuquerque Alas, I've missed the Beaux Arts ball And, what is twice as sad: I was never at a party Where they honored Noel "Ca'd!" But her social circles spin too fast for me! Her hobohemia is place to be... She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She loves the theater, but never comes late She never bothers with people she hates 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 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 |
