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COMPLETE LYRICS
I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew
and never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted, too, from Maine to Albuquerque.
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad,
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca' ad.
But social circles spin too fast for me.
My Hobohemia is the place to be.
I get too hungry for dinner at eight. I like the theater but never come late.
I never bother with people I hate.
That's why the lady is a tramp
I 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.
I like the free fresh wind in my hair.
Life without care .
I'm broke, it's 'oke'.
Hates California is cold and is damp. That's why the lady is a tramp.
I go to Coney-the beach is divine. I go to ball games-the bleachers are fine.
I follow Winchell and read ev'ry 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 green grass under my shoes. What can I lose? I'm flat! That's that!
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp. That's why the lady is a tramp.
Don't know the reason for cocktails at five. I don't like flying-I'm glad I'm alive.
I crave affection, but not when I drive. That's why the lady is a tramp.
Folks go to London and leave me behind. I'll miss the crowning, Queen Mary won't mind.
I don't play Scarlett in Gone With the Wind. That' s why the lady is a tramp.
I like to hang my hat where I please. Sail with the breeze. No
dough-heigh-ho!
I love La Guardia and think he's a champ. That' s why the lady is a tramp.
Girls get massages, they cry and they moan. Tell Lizzie Arden to leave me alone.
I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own. That's why the lady is a tramp!
The food at Sardi's is perfect, no doubt. I wouldn't know what the Ritz is about.
I drop a nickel and coffee comes out. That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like the sweet, fresh rain in my face. Diamonds and lace, No got-so what? |
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