Lyrics:

Tramp!
What you call me?
Tramp.
You didnt!
You dont wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats.
Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know Im a lover.
Matter of opinion.
Thats all right, Mama was. Papa too. And Im the only child. Lovin is all I know to do.
You know what, Otis?
What?
Youre country.
Thats all right.
You straight from the Georgia woods.
Thats good.
You know what? You wear overalls, and big old brogan shoes, and you need a haircut, Tramp.
Haircut? Woman, you foolin...ooh...Im a lover. Mama was. Grandmama, Papa too. Boogaloo. All that stuff. And Im the only son-of-a-gun this side of the Sun. Tramp!
You know what, Otis? I dont care what you say, youre still a tramp.
What?
Thats right. You havent even got a fat bankroll in your pocket. You probably havent even got twenty-five cents.
I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, four Fords, six Mercuries, three T-Birds, Mustang, ooooooohhh...Im a lover. Mama was. Papa too. I tell you one thing.
Well tell me.
Im the only son-of-a-gun this side of the Sun.
Youre a tramp, Otis.
No Im not.
I dont care what you say, youre still a tramp.
Whats wrong with that?
Look here. You aint got no money.
I got everything.
You cant 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 find them, Baby.
Oh, you foolin.
Youre still a tramp.
Thats all right.
You a tramp, Otis. You just a tramp.
Thats all right.
You we