I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theatre, but never come late
I never bother, with people I'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

I don't like crap games, with barons or 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, and it's ok
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
Tell slender Ella to leave me alone
I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own
That's why the lady is a tramp

The food at Kopensky is perfect, no doubt
I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about
Drop a nickel in and coffee comes out
That's why the lady is a tramp

I like the sweet, fresh rain in my face
Diamonds and lace, no got, so what?
For Frank Sinatra, I whistle and I stamp
That's why the lady is a tramp

She's a hobo
She's a scamp
She's a no-good kinda tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp