The Lady Is a Tramp

She wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As she hitched and hiked and grifted too
From Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, she missed the Beaux Arts ball
And what is twice as sad
She was never at a party
Where they honored Noah Cad
But social circles spin too fast to see
Hobohemia is the place to be
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theater but never comes late
She never bothers with people she hates
That's why the lady is a tramp
She won'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, it's oke'
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
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