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
What is twice as sad?
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Coward
But her social circles spin too fast for me
Her Hobohemia is the place I wanna be
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but never comes late
She'll never bother with someone she hates
That's why the lady is a tramp
She goes to Coney, the beach is divine
She digs to ballgames and the bleachers are fine
She reads Kilgallen, and I mean, every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the green grass under my shoes
So what I can I lose?
I'm flat, that's that
And for Ray Charles, she whistles and stamps
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care, she is nobody's oak
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Why the lady
That is why the lady
Why the lady is a tramp
(One more time)
Why the lady
I'm ? that crazy lady
Why the lady is a tramp
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