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Letra 'The lady is a tramp'

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 honoured Noel 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 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 her hair

Life without care
I m broke, it s ok

Hate California, it s cold and it s damp
That s why the lady is a tramp

I go to Coney, the beach is divine
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 prize fight, 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