The lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry for dinner at 8
She loves the theater, but she never comes late
I never bother with people I hate
That’s why this chick is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermines and pearls
And I definitely won’t dish the dirt with the rest of those girls
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I love the free fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
Oh, I'm so broke, it's oke
I hate California, it's crowded and damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp (I'm a tramp)

(Sometimes I go to Coney Island)
Oh, the beach is divine
(And I love the Yankees)
Jeter is just fine
(I follow Rogers and Hart)
She sings every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love the prize fight that isn't a fake (no fakes)
And I love to rowboat with you
and your wife in Central Park Lake
She goes to the opera and stays wide awake (yes I do)
That's why this lady is a tramp

She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes
What can I lose?
'Cause I got no dough (Oh no?)
I'm all alone when I blow out my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp, go

I love your free fresh
I love your handkerchief in my hair
Life without care
But I'm so broke, that's oke
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
That's why this lady is a tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp