作詞：Lorenz Hart
作曲：Richard Rodgers
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've never been to a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad
Social circles moved too fast for me.
My hobohemia is the place to be
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 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 oke
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Girls get massages,they cry and they moan
Tell slender Ella to leave me alone
I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own
That's why the lady is a tramp
The food at the Kopensky is perfect, no doubt
I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about
Drop a nickle in,and coffee comes out
That's why the lady is a tramp
Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face
Diamonds and lace, no got, so what?!
For Frank Sinatra, I whistle and stamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She's a hobo She's a scamp
She's a no-good kinda tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp
