The Lady Is A Tramp
Lena Horne (1948)
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I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never asked for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too
From Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, I've missed the Beaux Arts Ball
And what is twice as sad
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Ca-ad
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
Don'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, that's oke
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 get the columns and read every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight when it's not a fake
I like 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