Lyrics The Lady Is A Tramp - Live At The Sands, Las Vegas/1961 - Frank Sinatra

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She likes the theater and never comes late
She never bothers, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like these games, with barons or 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, cool fine wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke but it's oak
This spicy is California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theater but never comes late
She'd never bother with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

She doesn't like this games with sharpies and frauds
And never make a trip up there in Lincoln's or Ford's
Well not dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads
That's why the Lady is a Tramp

She loves the free, fresh, wind in her hair
Life is without care
She's broke, but it's oak
She hates California, it's so cold, and so damp
That's why the lady, I said that's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp