She gets hungry for dinner at eight She loves the theatre, doesn't come late She never bothers with anyone she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp Doesn't like dice games with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem dressed in ermine and pearls WIll not dish the dirt with the rest of those girls That's why the chick is a tramp She loves the free, cool wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, but it's oke Doesn't California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp She gets far too hungry, baby, wait for dinner at eight She adores the theatre, however does get there late She'd never bother with someone she'd hate That is why the lady is a tramp Doesn't like dice games with barons and earls Never makes a trip up to Harlem driving shining in Lincolns or Fords She won't dish the dirt with the rest of those broads That's why this chick is a tramp She loves the free, fine, wild, knocked-out, cuckoo, groovy wind in her hair Life's without a care She's broke, but it's oke She loathes California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady That is why the lady That's why the lady is a tramp