The Lady Is A Tramp

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 ok-
 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 follow Winchell 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 alone when I lower my lamp
 That's why the lady is a tramp