She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre, oh and never comes late
She never bothers with people she’d hate
That’s why the lady is a tramp

Doesn’t like crap games with barons or earls
She won’t go to Harlem no, in ermine and pearls
Won’t dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That’s why the lady is a tramp

She likes the free fresh wind in her hair
Oh life without care
She’s broke but it’s oak
Hates California, it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

She likes the free fresh wind in her hair
Oh life without care
She’s broke but it’s oak
Hates California, oh it’s so cold and damp
That’s why the lady, that’s why the lady
That’s why the lady is a tramp