The Lady Is a Tramp

I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew

And never wished for turkey

As I hitched and hiked

And drifted to from Maine to Albuquerque

Alas I missed the beau-arts ball

And what is twice as sad

I've never been to a party where they honored Noel Cad

Social circles moved too fast for me

My hobohemia is the place to be

I get too hungry for dinner at eight

I like the theatre but never come fate

I never bother with people I hate

That's why the lady is a tramp

I don't like crap games with barrons 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

Like without care

I'm broke, it's oke

Hey California, it's cold and it's damp

That's why the lady is a tramp

Girls get massages, they cry and they moan

Help sienderrella ato leave me alone

I'm not so hard but my shape is my own

That's why the lady is a tramp

The food and compensky is perfect, no doubt

I couldn't tell you the riches about

Trembling you go and coffee corns out

That's why the lady is a tramp

Like the so refresh rain in my face

For Frank Cinatra I whistle and I stamp

That's why the lady is a tramp

She's a hobo

She's a scamp

She's no good kind of friend

That's why the lady is a tramp