Tramp
What you call me
Tramp
You didn't
You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats.
Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover
Matter of opinion
That's all right, Mama was. Papa too
And I'm the only child. Lovin' is all I know to do

You know what, Otis
What
You're country
That's all right
You straight from the Georgia woods
That's good
You know what, You wear overalls and big old brogan shoes, and you need a haircut, Tramp
Haircut? Woman, you foolin'...ooh...I'm a lover
Mama was. Grandmama, Papa too. Boogaloo. All that stuff
And I'm the only son-of-a-gun this side of the Sun
Tramp

You know what, Otis? I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp
What
That's right. You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your pocket
You probably haven't even got twenty-five cents
I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, four Fords, six Mercuries, three T-Birds, Mustang, ooooooohhh
I'm a lover. Mama was. Papa too

I tell you one thing
Well tell me
I'm the only son-of-a-gun this side of the Sun

You're a tramp, Otis
No I'm no
I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp
What's wrong with that
Look here. You ain't got no money
I got everything
You can't buy me all those minks and sables and all that stuff I want
I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels, rabbits, .anything you want, Woman
Look, you can go out in the Georgia woods and find them, Baby
Oh, you foolin'
You're still a tramp
That's all right
You a tramp, Otis. You just a tramp
That's all right
You we....