Lyrics:

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight.
She like the theatre and never comes late.
She never bothers with people she hates.
That´s why the lady is a tramp.
Doens´t like crapgames with barons or earls.
Won´t go to Harlem in ermine and pearls.
Won´t dish the dirt with the rest of the girls.
Tha´ts why the lady is a tramp.
She like the free fresh wind in her hain, life without care.
She´s broke and it´s oke.
Hates California, it´s cold and it´s damp.
That´s why the lady is a tramp.
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight.
She loves the theatre, but never comes late.
She´d never bother with people she´d hate.
That´s why the lady is a tramp.
She´ll have no crapgames with sharpies and frogs.
And she won´t go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords.
And she won´t dish the dirt with the rest of the broads.
That´s why the lady is a tramp.

She loves the free fresh wind in her hair,
life without care. She´s broke but it´s oke.
Hates California, it´s so cold and so damp.
That´s why the lady. that´s why the lady,
that´s why the lady is a tramp.