That's why, that's why the lady
That's why, that's why the lady
That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp
Tramp.
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
Hates the theatre but never comes late
She never bothers with people she hate
That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp
Don't go to c*** games with barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermines and pearls
She won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, and that's "ok"
Hates California, so smarty and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
She gets massages, she cries and she moans
Tells Slenderella, just to leave her alone
She's not so hot, but her shape is her own
That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp
The food at Sardees is great no doubt
But she doesn't know what motels are about
She puts in a dime, and some ice comes out
That's why, the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her face
Diamonds and lace
No God, so what?
For Rod Steiger, she whistles and stamps
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
She don't know the reason for c***tails at five
She don't like fly-em-up, but I'm glad I'm alive
I crave affection baby, but not when I drive
That's why, the lady is a tramp. Now!
She flew down to London, and left me behind
I missed the crowning, but I didn't mind
She won't play Scarlet and Gone with the Wind
(It's got to rhyme)
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
I like to hang her hat whereever I please
and fly with a breeze
and no dough, hi ho
She thinks that Marciano was still a great, big champ
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
She goes down to Coney and she thinks the beach is divine
She goes to the ballgames and thinks the Yankees are fine
Why she reads Walther Winchell and understands every line
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
She likes to go rowing down Central Park lake
She digs a price fight that isn't a fake
Why she even goes to the opera and stays wide awake
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
I like the green grass under my shoes
Now what can I lose
She's flat, and that's that
She's all alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady,
That's why the lady,
That's why the lady is a tramp
That's why, that's why the lady
That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp
Tramp.
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
Hates the theatre but never comes late
She never bothers with people she hate
That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp
Don't go to c*** games with barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermines and pearls
She won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, and that's "ok"
Hates California, so smarty and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
She gets massages, she cries and she moans
Tells Slenderella, just to leave her alone
She's not so hot, but her shape is her own
That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp
The food at Sardees is great no doubt
But she doesn't know what motels are about
She puts in a dime, and some ice comes out
That's why, the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her face
Diamonds and lace
No God, so what?
For Rod Steiger, she whistles and stamps
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
She don't know the reason for c***tails at five
She don't like fly-em-up, but I'm glad I'm alive
I crave affection baby, but not when I drive
That's why, the lady is a tramp. Now!
She flew down to London, and left me behind
I missed the crowning, but I didn't mind
She won't play Scarlet and Gone with the Wind
(It's got to rhyme)
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
I like to hang her hat whereever I please
and fly with a breeze
and no dough, hi ho
She thinks that Marciano was still a great, big champ
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
She goes down to Coney and she thinks the beach is divine
She goes to the ballgames and thinks the Yankees are fine
Why she reads Walther Winchell and understands every line
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
She likes to go rowing down Central Park lake
She digs a price fight that isn't a fake
Why she even goes to the opera and stays wide awake
That's why the lady is a tramp. Now!
I like the green grass under my shoes
Now what can I lose
She's flat, and that's that
She's all alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady,
That's why the lady,
That's why the lady is a tramp