Lyric The Lady Is a Tramp

I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That s why the lady is a tramp

I like the 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 that cool, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I m broke, it s oke
Hate California, it s cold and it s damp
That s why the lady is a tramp

I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come late
I never bother with folks that I hate
That s why the lady is a tramp

I like the crap games with barons and oyles,
Won t go to Harlem in ermine and poyles,
Won t dish the dirt with the rest of the goyles
That s why the lady is a tramp

I like that cool, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I m broke, it s oke
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
(That s why the lady
That s why the lady
That s why the lady is a) tramp