The Lady is a Tramp
Music by Richard Rogers, lyrics by Lorenz Hart
Sung by Lena Horne
I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew
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 Coward.
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 crapgames 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 oke
Hates California is cold and is damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I go to Coney-the beach is divine,
I go to ball games-the bleachers are fine,
I follow Winchell and read ev'ry 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 all alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp.
Don't know the reason for cocktails at five,
I don't like flying-I'm glad I'm alive,
I crave affection, but not when I drive.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
Folks go to London and leave me behind,
I'll miss the crowning, Queen Mary won't mind.
I don't play Scarlett in Gone With the Wind,
That' s why the lady is a tramp.
I like to hang my hat where I please,
Sail with the breeze.
No dough-heigh-ho!
I love La Guardia and think he's a champ.
That' s why the lady is a tramp.
Girls get massages, they cry and they moan,
Tell Lizzie Arden to leave me alone.
I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own.
That's why the lady is a tramp!
The food at Sardi's is perfect, no doubt,
I wouldn't know what the Ritz is about,
I drop a nickel and coffee comes out.
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I like the sweet, fresh rain in my face.
Diamonds and lace,
No got-so what?
