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 Caaahd

But social circles spin too fast for me

My Hobo-hemia is the place to be



I get too hungry for dinner at eight

I love 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 "oke"

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 ball games, 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 all alone when I lower my lamp

That's why the lady is a tramp



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 went to London and left me behind

I missed the crowning, Queen Mary didn't mind

Won't play Scarlett in "Gone with the Wynde"

That's why the lady is a tramp

I like to hang my hat where I please

Sail with the breeze

No dough--hi-ho!

I still like Roosevelt, I think he's a champ

That's why the lady

That's why the lady

That's why the lady is a tramp