Lyrics The Lady Is A Tramp - Patti Page

I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and drifted, too
From Maine to Alberquerque

Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored Noel cart
But social circles spin too fast for me
My Hobohemia is the place to be

I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre, 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 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
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp