文本歌词

The Lady Is a Tramp - Sophie Tucker/Miff Mole's Molers
She's wined and dined on mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
She's hitched and hiked and grifted too
From maine to albuquerque
Alas she missed the beaux arts ball
And what is twice as sad
She was never at a party where they honored noel ca-ad
Society she says is much too fast
Repuring hobohemia first and last
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theater but never comes late
She never bothers with people she hates
That's why the lady is a tramp
She 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
She likes the free fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke it's ok
Hates California cause it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She goes to coney the beach is devine
She goes to ballgames the bleachers are fine
She follows a winchell and reads every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes a prizefight that isn't a fake
She loves the rowing on central park lake
She goes to opera stays wide awake
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the green grass under her shoes
What can she lose she's flat that's that
She's all alone when she lowers her lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp