The Lady Is A Tramp - Lena Horne
Written by：Lena Horne
I've wined and dined on mulligan stew
And never asked for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and drifted 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
But 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 oke
Hate California it's cold and it's damp
That's why
The lady is a tramp
I go to coney
The beach is divine
I go to ballgames
The bleachers are fine
I get the colour at blue every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like a prize fight 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
