I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never wised for turkey
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 honored Noel C'a'd
For 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 nеver bother with peoplе 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