The Lady Is a Tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
 She loves the theatre and doesn't come late
 She doesn't bother with anyone that she'd hate
 That's why the lady is a tramp
 Doens't like crap games with barons and earls
 She won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
 She won't dish the dirt with the rest of those girls
 That's why the lady is a tramp
 She loves the free, all that fine, free, fresh wind in her hair,
 Her life's without care
 She's broke, but it's ok
 She hates California; it's cold and it's damp
 That's why the lady is a tramp
 She gets far too hungry to wait around for dinner at eight
 She adores the theatah, but she doesn't arrive late
 She'd never bother with any creeps that she'd hate
 That is why the lady is a tramp
 She won't have a dice game with any sharpies or frogs
 And she'll never make a trip to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords
 Oh! She won't dish the dirt with the rest of those broads
 That is why the lady is a tramp
 She loves the free, all that fine, free, fresh wind in her hair
 Her life's without care. She's broke
 Hates California, it's so goddamn cold, and it's damp
 That's why the lady, that's why the lady
 That's why the lady is a tramp