[ Featuring Jr. ]
I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew
Never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and a-drifted, too
From Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball
What is twice as sad
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Ca'ad
But her social circles spin too fast for me
Her Hobohemia is the place I wanna be
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theater but never comes late
She'll never bother with someone she hates
That's why the lady is a tramp
She goes to Coney, the beach is divine
She digs the ball games and the bleachers are fine
She reads Kilgallen and I mean every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the green grass under my shoes
So what can I lose?
I'm flat, that's that
And for Ray Charles, she whistles and stamps
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She is broke but it's oke
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Why the lady
That is why the lady
Why the lady is a tramp
One more time
Why the lady
I'm hip, that crazy lady
Why the lady is a tramp
