She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She adores the theater, and won't arrive late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those 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
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp whooaaa oooh
Ooooooooh
I get far too hungry for dinner at eight
I adore the theatre but never come late.
You'd never bother with anyone that you hate
That's why the lady is a tramp.
I like the free fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
She's a springer, a humdinger
Hate California, too cold and too tramp
That's why the lady
That's why the lady
That's why the lady
That is why the lady is a tramp
