Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

Lady Is A Tramp

Gets too hungry for dinner at eight

She likes the theater but never comes late

She never bothers with people she hates

That's why the lady is a tramp

She don't like crap games with barons and earls

Won't go to Harlem in ermines 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, it's ok

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp

That's why the lady is a tramp

She likes the free fresh wind in her hair

Life without care, she's broke, it's ok

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp

Well, that's why the lady is a tramp

That's why the lady is a tramp