She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
 She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
 She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
 That's why the lady is a tramp

 Doesn'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 those girls
 That's why the lady is a tramp

 She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
 Life without care
 She's broke, but it's o'k
 She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
 That's why the lady is a tramp

 Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
 Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
 Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
 That's why the lady is a tramp

 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 Ca'ad
 But social circles spin too fast for me
 My Hobohemia is the place to be

 I get too hungry for dinner at eight
 I like the theatre 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 okey
 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 prize fight 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 Wind"
 That's why the lady is a tramp

 I like to hang my hat where I please, sail with the breeze
 No dough - Heigh - Ho! I still like Roosevelt
 And think he's a champ
 That's why the lady is a tramp

 Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
 Tell Lizzie Arden 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 Rector's is perfect, no doubt
 I wouldn't know what the Ritz is about
 I drop a nickel and coffee comes out
 That's why the lady is a tramp

 I like the sweet fresh rain in my face
 Diamonds and lace - no got, so what?
 For Robert Taylor I whistle and stamp
 That's why the lady is a tramp