The Lady Is a Tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight Loves the theatre and never comes late She never bothers with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp Doesn't like crap games with barons or 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 She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair, life without care She's broke and it's oke' Hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp [Verse 1] She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight She loves the theatre, but never comes late She'd never bother with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp