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've never been to a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad Social circles moved too fast for me My hobohemia is the place to be (aww yeah) I get too hungry for dinner at eight I like the theatre 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 okey Hate California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp Girls get massages, they cry and they moan Let's tell to them 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 Compenski's is perfect, no doubt I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about Try me, you're gone 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? For Frank Sinatra I whistle and I stamp That's why the lady is a tramp She is a hobo She is a scamp She is no good kind of tramp That's why the lady is a tramp