The lady is a tramp

The Lady Is a Tramp, Pt. 1 - Ella Fitzgerald

Lyrics by：Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers

Composed by：Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers

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 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 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 oke

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

Tell Lizzie Arden 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 Sardi's is perfect no doubt

I wouldn't know what the Ritz is about

I drop a nickel 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 Robert Taylor I whistle and stamp

That's why the lady is a tramp

She's a hobo

She's a stain

She's a no good

I'm defrain

That's why the lady is a tramp