The Lady Is A Tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight (I'm starving) She loves the theater but she never comes late I never bother with people that I hate That's why this chick is a tramp (hahaha) She doesn't like crap games with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls And I definitely won't dish our dirt with the rest of those girls That's why the lady is a tramp! I love the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care Oh, I'm so broke It's oh! I hate California, it's crowded and damp That's why the lady is a tramp (I'm a tramp!) Sometimes I go to Coney Island Oh, the beach is divine And I love the yankees Jeter is just fine I follow rounders and park She sings every line That's why the lady is a tramp I love the prize fight That isn't a fake (no fakes) And I love to rowboat with you and your wife in Central Park Lake She goes to the opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do) That's why this lady is a tramp She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes What can I lose? 'Cause I got no dough! Oh, no? I'm all alone when I'm doing my hair That's why the lady is a tramp! Go! I love your free, fresh, I love your handkerchief in my hand Life without care But I'm so broke That's oh! Hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp! That's why this lady is a tramp! That's why the lady is a tramp!