The Lady Is A Tramp (Rerecorded) Lyrics
The Lady Is A Tramp (Rerecorded) - Lena Horne
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
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 okay
Hate California it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Now I go to Coney the beach is divine
I go to ballgames the bleachers are fine
I take a Winchell and read every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love a prizefight that isn't a fake
I dove 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 turn out my lamp
That's why the lady is
That's why the lady is
That's why the lady is a tramp