Rodgers & Hart — The Lady Is a Tramp

(Verse) I've wined and dined on mulligan stew And never wished for turkey As I hitched and hiked and drifted, 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 (Chorus) 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 Don'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 (Chorus 2) 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 like 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 (Chorus 3) 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? Hi-ho! I love LaGuardia and think he's a champ That's why the lady is a tramp (Chorus 4) 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? For Robert Taylor I whistle and stamp That's why the lady is a tramp