The Lady Is a Tramp ("Pal Joey") Songtext
von Shirley Bassey

I′ve wined and dined on mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
I've hitched and hiked and drifted to
From Maine to Alberquque
Alas I missed the beaux arts ball
And what is twice as sad

I was never at a party
Where they honoured Noel Coward
His social circles move to fast for me
My hobohemia is the place to be

I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I love the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That′s why this 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 those girls
That′s why this lady is a tramp


I like the free, fresh, wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke
That′s oke
Hate California, it's cold and it′s damp
That's why this lady is a tramp

I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I′m broke
That's oke
Hate California, it's cold and it′s damp
That′s why this lady is a tramp

And I love it
Yes I'm a tramp and I love it
And I wish that you will come in my way yeah
I wish that you will come in my way yeah
I wish that you will come in my way
Yes, I′m a lady
But a tramp