The Lady Is A Tramp

The Lady Is A Tramp - Patti Page (帕蒂·佩奇)

Written by：Richard Rodgers/Lorenz Hart

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 cad

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 so 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 OK

Hate California it's cold and it's damp

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 OK

Hate California it's cold and it's damp

That's why the lady

That's why the lady

That's why the lady is a tramp