![]() Tekst: Lorenz Hart / Muziek: Richard Rodgers (1956) ![]() 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 Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball and what is twice as sad I was never at a party where they honored Noël Ca-ad (Coward) But social circles spin too fast for me My ‘hobohemia’ is the place to be ![]() I get too hungry for dinner at eight I like the theater, 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 broke It’s o’k Hate California, it’s cold and it’s damp That’s why the lady is a tramp ![]() I go to Coney, the beach is divine I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine I follow Winchell and read every line That’s why the lady is a tramp ![]() I like a prizefight, that isn’t a fake I love the rowing on Central Park Lake I go to Opera and stay wide awake That’s why the lady is a tramp ![]() I like the green grass under my shoes What can I lose I’m flat That’s that I’m all alone when I lower my lamp That’s why the lady is a tramp ![]() |