The Lady Is A Tramp

Ive 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 （coward）

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

Thats why the lady is a tramp

I dont like crap games, with barons and earls

Wont go to harlem, in ermine and pearls

Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls

Thats why the lady is a tramp

I like the free, fresh wind in her hair

Life without care

Im broke, its ok

Hate california, its cold and its damp

Thats why the lady is a tramp

I go to coney, the beach is devine

I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine

I find a winchell, and read every line

Thats why the lady is a tramp

I like a prizefight, that isnt a fake

I love the rowing, on central park lake

I go to opera and stay wide awake

Thats why the lady is a tramp

I like the green grass under my shoes

What can I lose, Im flat, thats that

Im alone when I lower my lamp

Thats why the lady is a tramp

Transcribed by todd peach

A few additional verses from the ella in berlin cd:

Girls get massages, they cry and they moan

Tell slender ella to leave me alone

Im not so hot, but my shape is my own

Thats why the lady is a tramp

The food at the kopensky is perfect, no doubt

I couldnt tell you wha the ritz is about

Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out

Thats why the lady is a tramp

Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face

Diamonds and lace, no got, so what? !

For frank sinatra, I whistle and stamp

Thats why the lady is a tramp

Shes a hobo