THE LADY IS A TRAMP

Da-da-da-da-da-da…

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight

She likes the theatre but never comes late

She never bothers with people she hates

Thatīs why the lady is a tramp.

She don’t like crap games with barons and earls

Wonīt go to Harlem in ermine and pearls

Wonīt dish the dirt with the rest of the girls

Thatīs why the lady is a tramp.

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair

Life without care, sheīs broke, itīs oke

Hates California, itīs cold and itīs damp

Thatīs why the lady is a tramp.

Da-da-da-da-da-da…

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair

Life without care, sheīs broke, itīs oke

Hates California, itīs cold and itīs damp

Thatīs why the lady…

Thatīs why the lady…

Thatīs why the lady is a tramp.

Da-da-da-da-da-da…