The Lady Is a Tramp Songtext
von Sammy Davis Jr.

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.
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball,
And what is twice as sad,
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Ca' ad.
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 theater but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That′s why the lady is a tramp
I don't like crapgames 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
Hates California is cold and is damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

I go to Coney-the beach is divine.
I go to ball games-the bleachers are fine.
I follow Winchell and read ev′ry line.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
I like a prizefight that isn′t a fake.
I love the rowing on Central Park Lake.
I go to opera and stay wide awake.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
I like the green grass under my shoes.
What can I lose?
I'm flat! That′s that!
I′m all alone when I lower my lamp.
That's why the lady is a tramp.


Don′t know the reason for cocktails at five.
I don't like flying-I′m glad I'm alive.
I crave affection, but not when I drive.
That′s why the lady is a tramp.
Folks go to London and leave me behind.
I'll miss the crowning, Queen Mary won't mind.
I don′t play Scarlett in Gone With the Wind-
That′ s why the lady is a tramp.
I like to hang my hat where I please.
Sail with the breeze.
No dough-heigh-ho!
I love La Guardia and think he's a champ.
That′ s why the lady is a tramp.

Girls get massages, they cry and they moan.
Tell Lizzie Arden to leave me alone.
I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own.
That′s why the lady is a tramp!
The food at Sardi's is perfect, no doubt.
I wouldn′t know what the Ritz is about.
I drop a nickel and coffee comes out.
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like the sweet, fresh rain in my face.
Diamonds and lace,
No got-so what?