Lyrics The Lady Is a Tramp - Bing Crosby

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theater and never comes late
She′s never lookin' for people to hate
That′s why the lady is a tramp
She 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
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care, she's broke, and it′s okay
Hates California, it's cold and it′s damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the sweet, fresh rain in her face
Diamonds and lace, don′t got, so what?
For Frank Sinatra she'll whistle and stamp
That's why the lady is a tramp