She gets hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She never bothers with people she hates
That's why the lady is a tramp

She doesn't like dice games with barons and earls
Don'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

She like the free, cool breeze in her hair
Life without care
She's broke
But it's oke
She hates 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 follow Winchell and read every line
That's why the lady is a tramp

She's alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady, that's why the lady, that's why the lady is a tramp