She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She adores the theater and won't arrive late She'd never bother with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn'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 the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care she's broke, it's ok She hates California It's cold, and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp
Ooooooooh I get far too hungry for dinner at eight I adore the theatre, but I never come late You'd never bother with anyone that you hate That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care She's a swinger, a humdinger Hate California Too (cold and too damp) That's why the lady (That's why the lady) That's why the lady (That's why the lady) That's why the lady (Oooooh) That is why the lady (That is why the lady) is a tramp (is a tramp) Oooh, yeah, ooh, yeah!