The lady is a tramp

She gets hungry for dinner at eight She loves the theatre, doesn't come late She'd never bother with anyone she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp Doesn't like dice games, with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem, dresses in ermine and pearls Will not dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls That's why this chick is a tramp She loves the free, cool wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, but it's ok Doesn’t like California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp She gets far too hungry to wait there for dinner at eight She adores the theatre, however doesn't get there late She'd never bother with someone she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp Doesn't like dice games, with barons and earls Never makes a trip up to Harlem, driving, in shiny Lincolns and Fords She won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads That's why this chick is a tramp She loves the free, fine, wild, knocked out, cucu, groovy wind in her hair Life’s without a care She's broke, but it's ok She loathes California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady That is why the lady That's why the lady is a tramp