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