Lyrics
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight (I’m starving)She loves the theater but she never comes late I never bother with people that I hate That’s why this chick is a tramp (hahaha)She doesn’t like crap games with barons and earlsWon’t go to Harlem in ermine and pearls And I definitely won’t dish our dirt with the rest of those girls That’s why the lady is a tramp!I love the free, fresh wind in my hairLife without care Oh, I’m so broke It’s oh!I hate California, it’s crowded and dampThat’s why the lady is a tramp (I’m a tramp!)Sometimes I go to Coney IslandOh, the beach is divine And I love the yankees Jeter is just fine I follow rounders and park She sings every lineThat’s why the lady is a trampI love the prize fightThat isn’t a fake (no fakes) And I love to rowboat with you and your wife in Central Park Lake She goes to the opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do) That’s why this lady is a trampShe likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoesWhat can I lose? ‘Cause I got no dough! Oh, no? I’m all alone when I’m doing my hair That’s why the lady is a tramp!Go!I love your free, fresh,I love your handkerchief in my hand Life without care But I’m so broke That’s oh! Hates California, it’s cold and it’s damp That’s why the lady is a tramp! That’s why this lady is a tramp! That’s why the lady is a tramp!