She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
 She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
 Shed never bother, with people shed hate
 Thats why the lady is a tramp

 Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
 Wont go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
 Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
 Thats why the lady is a tramp

 She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
 Life without care
 Shes broke, but its OK
 She hates California, its cold and its damp
 Thats why the lady is a tramp

 Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
 Wont go to Harlem, in lincolns or fords
 Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
 Thats why the lady is a tramp