The Lady Is a Tramp

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Trisha Yearwood - Pop

The Lady Is a Tramp

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I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew And never asked 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 sadI 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, and 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 Don'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 that's oke Hate California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp I got to Coney, the beach is divine I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine I get the columns and read every line That's why the lady is a tramp I like a prizefight when it's not a fake I like 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

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Credits

Writers
  • Lorenz Hart
  • Richard Rodgers