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The Lady Is a Tramp - Lena Horne
I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew
And never wished 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 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
Won'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 it's okay
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 callin
And read every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight
That isn't a fake
I love 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
