I go to Coney, the beach is divine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I follow Winchell, and read every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight, that isn't a fake
I love the rowing, on Central Park lake
I go to Opera and stay wide awake
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care, I'm broke, it's oke
For Frank Sinatra I whistle and stamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care, I'm broke, it's oke
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I follow Winchell, and read every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight, that isn't a fake
I love the rowing, on Central Park lake
I go to Opera and stay wide awake
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care, I'm broke, it's oke
For Frank Sinatra I whistle and stamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care, I'm broke, it's oke
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp