The Lady Is a Tramp Lyrics

The Lady Is a Tramp - Lena Horne (莲纳·荷恩)

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 okay

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 get callin

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