Ella Fitzgerald - The Lady Is A Tramp (Live 1958/Rome) | Текст песни

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• The Lady Is A Tramp (Live 1958/Rome)

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've never been to a party
Where they honored Noel Ca-ad

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
I'm broke, it's oke
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
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 the Gran is perfect, no doubt
I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about
Drop a nickle and coffee comes out
That's 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
That's why the lady is a tramp

She's a hobo
She's a scamp
She's a no-good kinda tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp

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