Il testo della Lady is a tramp

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 ca'ad

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 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 o'k
Hate california, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

I go to coney, the beach is divine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I follow winchell and read every line
That's why the lady is a tramp

I like a prizefight that isn't a fake
I love 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 lower my lamp
That's why the lady, that's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp