Lyrics Frank Sinatra

Frank Sinatra

The Lady Is a Tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight

She like the theatre and never comes late

She never bothers with people she hates

That's why the lady is a tramp

Doens't like crapgames with barons or earls

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls

Tha'ts why the lady is a tramp

She like the free fresh wind in her hain, 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

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

She'll have no crapgames with sharpies and frogs

And she won't go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords

And she won't dish the dirt with the rest of the broads

That's why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free fresh wind in her hair

Life without care. She's broke but it's oke

Hates California, it's so cold and so damp

That's why the lady. that's why the lady

That's why the lady is a tramp