[Verse 1]
I've wined and dined on mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and drifted too, from Maine to Alberquerque
Alas I missed the Beaux Arts Ball
And what is twice as sad

[Verse 2]
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
Ay yeah

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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

[Verse 5]
I like the free fresh wind in my hair
Life without care, I'm broke, it's okay
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
[Verse 6]
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

[Verse 6]
The food at Kopsensky is perfect, no doubt
I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about
Drop a nickel in and coffee comes out
That's why the lady is a tramp

[Verse 7]
I like the sweet, fresh rain in my face
Diamonds and lace, no got, so what?
For Frank Sinatra, I whistle and I stamp
That's why the lady is a tramp

[Verse 8]
She's a hobo, she's a scamp
She's a no-good kinda tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp