She gets too hungry, for dinner at eightShe adores the theater, and won't arrive lateShe'd never bother, with people she'd hateThat's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earlsWon't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearlsWon't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girlsThat's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hairLife without careshe's broke, it's okShe hates California, it's cold and it's dampThat's why the lady is a tramp whooaaa oooh
OooooooohI get far too hungry for dinner at eightI adore the theatre but never come late.You'd never bother with anyone that you hateThat's why the lady is a tramp.
I like the free fresh wind in my hairLife without careShe's a springer, a humdingerHate California, too cold and too damp
That's why the ladyThat's why the ladyThat's why the ladyThat is why the lady is a tramp