The Lady is a Tramp

I've wined and dined on

Mulligan stew

And never asked for turkey

As I hitched and hiked

And grifted too

From Maine to Albuquerque

Alas I missed the Beaux Arts ball

And what is twice as sad

I was never at a party

Where they honored Noel Ca'ad

But social circles spin

Too fast for me

My "hobohemia" is the place to be

I get too hungry for dinner at eight

I like the theater, and 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

Don'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

That's oke

Hate California, it's cold

And it's damp

That's why the lady is a tramp

I got to Coney, the beach is divine

I go to ballgames

The bleachers are fine

I get the columns and read

Every line

That's why the lady is a tramp

I like a prizefight when it's not a fake

I like 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 all alone when I lower my lamp

That's why the lady is a tramp