Lyrics:

I've wined and dined on mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
I've hitched and hiked and drifted to
From Maine to Alberquque
Alas I missed the beaux arts ball
And what is twice as sad
I was never at a party
Where they honoured Noel Coward
I was never at Alma Cogan's party
A shame
When he honoured the great divide - ouh
His social circles move to fast for me
My hobohemia is the place to be

I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I love the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That's why this 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 those girls
That's why this lady is a tramp

I like the free fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke... that's oke
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why this lady is a tramp

I like the free fresh wind in my hair
I'm broke... that's oke
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why this lady is a tramp

And I love it
Yes, I'm a tramp, and I love it
And I wish that you will come in my way yeah
I wish that you will come in my way yeah
I wish that you will come in my way
Yes, I'm a lady
But a tramp