The Lady Is a Tramp

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 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