She gets too hungry for dinner, at 8 She loves the theater, but she never comes late She never bother with people that I hate That's why this chick is a tramp She doesn't like crap games, with Barons and Earls Won't go to Harlem, in 'iamonds and pearls And I definitely won't dish out dirt, with the rest of those girls That's why The Lady is a Tramp!
She love the free, fresh, wind in your hair Life without care Oh! I'm so broke It's o'k!
She hate California! It's crowded and damp! That's why The Lady is a Tramp
Sometimes she go to Coney Island Oh, the beach is divine! And she love the Yankees Jeter's just fine!
She follow Rodgers and Hart She sings every line That's why The Lady is a Tramp!
She love a prize fight That isn't a fake And she love to rowboat with you and your wife in Central Park Lake She goes to the opera, and stays wide awake That's why this Lady is a Tramp
She likes the green grass under her shoes
What can I lose? 'Cause I got no dough Oh no? I all alone, when I lower your lamp! That's why The Lady is a Tramp! Go!
She love your free, fresh! She love your handkerchief in my hair! Life without care! But I'm so broke! That's o'k! Hates California, it's cold and it's damp