| VERSE
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.
REFRAIN 1
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
crapgames 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 oke
Hates California
is cold and is damp
That's why
the lady is a tramp
REFRAIN 2
I go to Coney-the
beach is divine.
I go to ball
games-the bleachers are fine.
I follow Winchell
and read ev'ry 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.
REFRAIN
3 (reprise)
Don't know
the reason for cocktails at five.
I don't like
flying-I'm glad I'm alive.
I crave affection,
but not when I drive.
That's why
the lady is a tramp.
Folks go to
London and leave me behind.
I'll miss
the crowning, Queen Mary won't mind.
I don't play
Scarlett in Gone With the Wind-
That' s why
the lady is a tramp.
I like to
hang my hat where I please.
Sail with
the breeze.
No dough-heigh-ho!
I love La
Guardia and think he's a champ.
That' s why
the lady is a tramp.
REFRAIN 4 (reprise)
Girls get
massages, they cry and they moan.
Tell Lizzie
Arden 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
Sardi's is perfect, no doubt.
I wouldn't
know what the Ritz is about.
I drop a nickel
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? |