She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She likes the theater and never comes late She's never lookin' for people to hate 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 likes the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care, she's broke, and it's okay Hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp ♪ She likes the sweet, fresh rain in her face Diamonds and lace, don't got, so what? For Frank Sinatra she'll whistle and stamp That's why the lady is a tramp