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 Coward
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 her hair
Life without care
I`m broke it`s ok
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 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 alone when I lower my lamp
That`s why the lady is a tramp