Lyrics:

Tramp (what d'you call me?)
Tramp (no, you didn't)
You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats
Well, I tell you one doggone day
It makes me feel good to know one thing
I know I'm a lover (matter of opinion, baby)
That's all right, mama was, (so?) papa too (hmm)
And I'm the only child
Lovin' is all I know to do
You know what, Otis? (What?)
You're country (that's all right)
You straight from the Georgia woods (that's good)
You know what? You wear overalls and big old brogan shoes
And you need a haircut, tramp (haircut?)
Woman, you foolin', I'm a lover (yeah)
Mama was, grandmama, papa too (I'll make you)
Boogaloo, all that stuff
But I'm the only son of a gun, yeah
On this side up, or something

Tramp
Alright, that's what you got
With that old, ragged hat? That?
You don't know how to trap
You know what, Otis?
I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp
What? (That's right)
You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your pocket
You probably haven't even got 25 cents
I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, four Fords
Six Mercuries, three T-Birds, Mustang
Ooh, I'm a lover
(You talk about me?) mama was (not really by me), papa too (what?)
I tell you one thing (well, tell me)
I know I'm a son of a gun this side of the Sun (alright)
You're a tramp, Otis (no I'm not)
I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp (don't call me that)
Look here, you ain't got no money (I got everything)
You can't buy me all those minks and sables and all that stuff I want
(I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels, rabbits, anything you want, woman)
Look, you can go out in the Georgia woods and catch them, baby (oh, but you foolin')
You're still a tramp (that's all right)
You a tramp, Otis, you just a tramp (that's all right)
You wear overalls, you need a haircut, baby (yeah)
Cut off some of that hair off your head
You think you're a lover, huh?