I've wined ang dined on mulligan stew
And never wished for a turkey
As I hitched and hiked ang grifted toofrom Maine to Albuguerque
Alas I missed the Beaux Arts Ball
I've never been to a party where they honoured Noel Ca-ad
Social circles moved too far for me
My hobohemia is the place to be
I get too gungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That's why the 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 the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free fresh wind in my hair
Life without care I'm brokeit's oke
Hate Californiait's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp