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 (coward)
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 c___ 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 her 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 devine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I find a 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 alone when i lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesnt come late
Shed never bother, with people shed hate
Thats why the lady is a tramp

Doesnt like c___ games, with barons and earls
Wont go to harlem, in ermine and pearls
Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
Thats why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
Shes broke, but its ok
She hates california, its cold and its damp
Thats why the lady is a tramp

Doesnt like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Wont go to harlem, in lincolns or fords
Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
Thats why the lady is a tramp

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