The Lady Is a Tramp Songtext
von Anita O’Day

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
But society spins too fast for me
My hobohemia is the place to be

I get too hungry for dinner at 8
I like the theatre and never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

Don′t like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermines 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, and it's oke′
Hate California, 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'
I hate California, cold and it's damp
That′s why the lady is a tramp

I like the free, fresh wind in my face
Diamonds and lace
Got no gaga, so what?
I′m all alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp