the lady is a tramp

Lyrics

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 honored noel ca-ad, 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 theater, 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 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, 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, i like a prizefight 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