東京事變
Lyricist: Lorenz Hart Composer: Richard Rodgers
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've never been to a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad
Social circles moved 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 oke
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
Tell slender Ella 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 the Kopensky is perfect, no doubt
I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about
Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out
That's why the lady is a tramp
Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face
Diamonds and lace, no got, so what?!
For Frank Sinatra, I whistle and stamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She's a hobo
She's a scamp
She's a no-good
kinda tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp