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I've
wined
and
dined
on
mulligan
stew
And
never
wished
for
turkey
As
I
hitched
and
hiked
and
grifted
too
From
Maine
to
Albuquerque
Alas,
I
missed
the
Beaux-Arts
Ball
and,
what
is
twice
as
sad,
I
was
never
at
a
party
Where
they
honored
Noel
Caaahd
But
social
circles
spin
too
fast
for
me
My
Hobo-hemia
is
the
place
to
be
I
get
too
hungry
for
dinner
at
eight
I
love
the
theater
but
never
come
late
I
never
bother
with
people
I
hate
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
I
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
I
like
the
free,
fresh
wind
in
my
hair
Life
without
care
I'm
broke,
it's
"oke"
Hate
California,
it's
cold
and
it's
damp
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
I
go
to
Coney,
the
beach
is
divine
I
go
to
ball
games,
the
bleachers
are
fine
I
follow
Winchell
and
read
every
line
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
I
like
a
prizefight
that
isn't
a
fake
I
love
the
rowing
on
Central
Park
Lake
I
go
to
opera
and
stay
wide
awake
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
I
like
the
green
grass
under
my
shoes
What
can
I
lose?
I'm
flat,
that's
that
I'm
all
alone
when
I
lower
my
lamp
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
Don't
know
the
reason
for
cocktails
at
five
I
don't
like
flying,
I'm
glad
I'm
alive
I
crave
affection,
but
not
when
I
drive
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
Folks
went
to
London
and
left
me
behind
I
missed
the
crowning,
Queen
Mary
didn't
mind
Won't
play
Scarlett
in
"Gone
with
the
Wynde"
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
I
like
to
hang
my
hat
where
I
please
Sail
with
the
breeze
No
dough,
hi-ho!
I
still
like
Roosevelt,
I
think
he's
a
champ
That's
why
the
lady
That's
why
the
lady
That's
why
the
lady
is
a
tramp
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