The Lady Is a Tramp

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight (I am starving) She loves the theater, but she never comes late I 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 ermines and pearls And I definitely won't dish out dirt, with the rest of those girls (Thank you) That's why the lady is a tramp I love the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care, Oh I'm so broke (it's old) I hate California, it's crowded and damp That's why the lady is a tramp (I am a tramp) Sometimes I go to Coney Island (oh the beach is divine) And I love the Yankees (Jeeter's just fine) I follow Rogers and Heart (she sings every line) That's why the lady is a tramp I love a prizefight That isn't a fake (no fakes) And I love to row boat with you and your wife on Central Park lake She goes to Opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do) That's why this lady is a tramp She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes What can I lose, 'cause I got no dough (oh no?) I'm all alone when I lower my lamp That's why the lady is a tramp, go! I love your free fresh, I love your handkerchief in my hair Life without care, Oh I'm so broke (that's old) Hates California, it's cold and damp That's why the lady is a tramp That's why this lady is a tramp That's why the lady is a tramp