The Lady is a Tramp - Mel Tormé
She is wined and dined on mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As she hitched and hiked and grifted too
From maine to albuquerque
Alas she missed the beaux arts ball
What is twice as sad
She was never at a party
Where they honored noel cad
But social circles spin too fast to see
Oh hobohemia is the place to be
She gets too hungry
For dinner at eight
She loves the theater
But never comes late
She never bother
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 ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt
With the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free
Fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She is broke it's ok
Hate california
It's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
When she goes darling
Dressed a jeans
Loves pork and beans
She get stares but who cares
Can't make the button
This base in half
That's
That's why
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp
The lady is a tramp
The lady is a tramp
The lady is a tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp
