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The Lady Is A Tramp - Mary Martin
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 Caaahd
But social circles spin too fast for me
My Hobo-hemia is the place to be
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I love 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 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 ball games
The bleachers are fine
I follow 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 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 went to London and left me behind
I missed the crowning
Queen Mary didn't mind
Won't play Scarlett in Gone with the Wynde
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like to hang my hat where I please
Sail with the breeze
No dough hi-ho
I still like Roosevelt
I think he's a champ
That's why the lady
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp