Lyrics: Lady Is A Tramp

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She enjoys the theatre, and won't arrive late
She never bother, with people she'd hates
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn'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

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, and it's oak
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Woah

I get far too hungry to eat dinner at eight
I adore the theatre, but never I come late
(I'll) She'd never bother, with people She'd hate
Thats why the Lady is a Tramp

I like the free, fresh, wind in my hair
Life without care
She's a springer a humdigger
Hates California, it's too cold, and too damp
That's why the Lady, That's why the Lady
That's why the Lady (oooh)
That's why the Lady is a Tramp