The Lady Is A Tramp
Music & Words:
Richard Rogers & Lorenz Hart
(From "Babes In Arms (1937))
I've given the "female first-person" version of the words. If you want to sing it in the third-person - a la Frank Sinatra - change "I" to "she" and pluralize the verbs accordingly. I'm still looking for the correct chords to the intro if anyone has them!
I have wined & dined on Mulligan stew & never wished for turkey.
As I hitched & hiked & grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque.
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball & what is twice as sad,
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad.
But social circles spin too fast for me. My "hobohemia" is the place to be.
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I get too hungry for dinner at eight; I like the theater, but never come late.
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I never bother with people I hate; that's why the lady is a tramp.
I don't go to crap games with Barons & Earls, won't go to Harlem in ermine & pearls,
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls, that's why the lady is a tramp.
[alt: IÕll have no crap games with sharpies or frauds
WonÕt go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords
WonÕt dish the dirt with the rest of the broads; that's why the lady is a tramp]
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I like the free, fresh wind in my hair, life without care; I'm broke, it's oke!
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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 ballgames, the bleachers are fine.
I follow Winchell & read every line; that is 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 & 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!
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I am alone when I lower my lamp; that's why the lady,
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That's why the lady, that's why the lady---- is a tramp!