The Lady Is A Tramp

She wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As she hitched and hiked and grifted too
From Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, she missed the Beaux Arts Ball
And what is twice as sad
She was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Ca'ad
But social circles spin too fast you see
Her Hobohemia is the place to be

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre and never comes late
She never bothers with anyone she hates
That is why this lady is a tramp

She 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 those girls
That's why this lady is a tramp

She like the free fresh wind in her hain, life without care
She's broke, no joke
Hates California, too cold, too damp
That's why this lady is a tramp

She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre, but never comes late
She never bothers with anyone she hates
That's why this lady is a tramp

She don't like crap games with sharpies and frogs
Won't go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords
Don't dish the dirt with the rest of those girls
That's why this lady is a tramp

She loves the free fresh wind in her hair, life without care
I'm broke, no joke
Hates California, too cold, too damp
That's why this lady, that's why the lady
That's why this lady is a tramp