The Lady Is A Tramp

The Lady Is A Tramp - Mel Tormé

She is wined and dined on Mulligan Stew

And never wished for Turkey

As she hitched and hiked and grifted too

From maine to albuquerque

Alas she missed the Beaux Arts Ball

What is twice as sad

She was never at a party

Where they honored noel cad

But social circles spin too fast to see

Oh Hobohemia is the place to be

She gets too hungry

For dinner at eight

She loves the theater

But never comes late

She never bother

With people she hates

That's why the lady is a tramp

She 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

She loves the free

Fresh wind in her hair

Life without care

She is broke it's OK

Hate California

It's cold and it's damp

That's why the lady is a tramp

When she goes nole

Dressed a jeans

Loves pork and beans

She get stares but who cares

Can't make long this is buy in the house

That's

That's why

That's why the lady

That's why the lady is a tramp

The lady is a tramp

The lady is a tramp

The lady is a tramp