เนื้อเพลง : Lorenz Hart

ทำนอง : Richard Rodgers

And never wished for Turkey

As I hitched and hiked and grifted too

From Maine to Albuquerque

Alas, I 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

Won'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, it's ok

Hate California, it's cold and it's damp

That's why the lady is a tramp

I go to Coney the beach is devine

I go to ballgames the bleachers are fine

I find a Winchell and read every line

That's why the lady is a tramp

I like a prizefight that isn't a fake

I love 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 alone when I lower my lamp

That's why the lady is a tramp

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