She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight She adores the theater, and won't arrive 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 the girls That's why the lady is a tramp She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke it's oke She hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp, oh Oh... I get far too hungry to eat dinner at eight I adore the theater but I never come late I'd ooh... You'd never bother with anyone that you'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp I like the free, fresh wind in my hair, life without care She's a springer, a humdinger Hate California, too cold And too damp That's why the lady... That's why the lady... That's why the lady... That's why the lady... That's why the lady... Oh... That is why the lady is a tramp That is why the lady is a tramp Tramp, oh...