She's wined and dined on mulligan stew
Never wished for turkey
As she hitched and hiked and drifted to
From Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, she missed the Beaux Arts Ball
What is twice as sad
She was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Coward
But social circles spin too fast you see
Her Hobohemia is the place to be

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theater but never comes late
She never bothers with people she hates
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like crap games with Barons or 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

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke
It's ok
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

When she goes dining dressed in her jeans
Loves pork and beans
She gets stared
But who cares

Can't make lamboado digs Basie and Hamp
That's
That's Why
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp
The lady is a tramp
The lady is a tramp....
