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 o'k Hate California, it's cold and it's damp. That's why the lady is a tramp
I go to Coney, the beach is divine I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine I find a Winchell, and read every line. That's why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight, that isn't a fake I love the rowing, on Central Park lake I go to Opera and stay wide awake. That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the green grass under my shoes What can I lose, I'm flat, that's that I'm alone when I lower my lamp. That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care. I'm broke, so what Hate California, it's cold and it's damp. That's why the lady is a tramp
