She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight (I am starving) She loves the theater, but she never comes late I never bother, with people that I hate That's why this chick is a tramp She doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls And I definitely won't dish out dirt, with the rest of those girls (Thank-you) That's why the lady is a tramp I love the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care, oh I'm so broke, it's old I hate California, it's crowded and damp That's why the lady is a tramp (I am a tramp) Sometimes I go to Coney Island, oh the beach is divine And I love the Yankees, Jeeter's just fine I follow Rogers and Heart, she sings every line That's why the lady is a tramp I love a prizefight, that isn't a fake (no fakes) I love to row boat with you and your wife on Central Park lake She goes to Opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do) That's why this lady is a tramp She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes What can I lose, 'cause I got no dough (oh no?) I'm all alone when I lower my lamp That's why the lady is a tramp Go! I love your free fresh, I love your handkerchief in my hair Life without care, but I am so broke, that's oak Hates California it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp That's why this lady is a tramp That's why the lady is a tramp