The Lady Is a Tramp

歌詞

That's why, that's why the lady That's why, that's why the lady That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp, tramp She gets too hungry for dinner at eight Hates the theater but never comes late She never bothers with people she hate That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp Don't go to crap games with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem in ermines and pearls She won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care, she's broke and that's okay Hates California, so smarty and damp That's why the lady is a tramp now She gets massages, she cries and she moans Tells Slenderella, just to leave her alone She's not so hot but her shape is her own That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp The food at Sardees is great no doubt But she doesn't know what motels are about She puts in a dime and some ice comes out That's why the lady is a tramp She loves the free, fresh wind in her face Diamonds and lace, no God, so what? For Rod Steiger, she whistles and stamps That's why the lady is a tramp now She don't know the reason for cocktails at five She don't like fly-'em-up but I'm glad I'm alive I crave affection baby but not when I drive That's why, the lady is a tramp now She flew down to London and left me behind I missed the crowning but I didn't mind She won't play "Scarlet" and "Gone With The Wind" (It's got to rhyme) That's why the lady is a tramp now I like to hang her hat wherever I please And fly with a breeze and no dough, hi ho She thinks that Marciano was still a great, big champ That's why the lady is a tramp now She goes down to Coney and she thinks the beach is divine She goes to the ballgames and thinks the Yankees are fine Why she reads Walther Winchell and understands every line That's why the lady is a tramp now She likes to go rowing down Central Park lake She digs a price fight that isn't a fake Why she even goes to the opera and stays wide awake That's why the lady is a tramp now I like the green grass under my shoes Now what can I lose? She's flat and that's that She's all alone when I lower my lamp That's why the lady, that's why the lady That's why the lady is a tramp