The Lady Is A Tramp
by Anita O'Day
From the album: Collates
Track 6 of 8 on Collates (1952).
Duration: 3:08
Lyrics for The Lady Is A Tramp
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 But society spins too fast for me My hobohemia is the place to be I get too hungry for dinner at 8 I like the theatre and never come late I never bother with people I hate That's why the lady is a tramp Don't like crap games with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem in ermines 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, and it's oke' Hate California, cold and it's damp 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' I hate California, cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp I like the free, fresh wind in my face Diamonds and lace Got no gaga, so what? I'm all alone when I lower my lamp That's why the lady is a tramp