She get 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
She 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
She like the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She’s broke, it's oke
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
