Lyrics: Richard Rodgers/Lorenz Hart
Music: Richard Rodgers
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre but she never comes late
I never bother with people that I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
And I definitely won't dish the dirt with some of the girls
That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the green, green, grass, grass under her shoes
What can I lose?
'Cause I've got no due
Oh no!
I'm all alone when I blow on my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp, amunì
I love you free, fresh, I love your handkerchief in my hand
Life without care
Oh, but I'm so broke. That's oke'
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
And that's why, that's why
That's why, that's why
That's why, that's why
That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp