Ella Fitzgerald - The Lady Is A Tramp lyrics

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 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 I go to Coney, the beach is divine I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine I follow Winchell and read every line That's 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 and stay wide awake That's why the lady is a tramp I like the green gra** under my shoes What can I lose, I'm flat, that's that I'm alone when I lower my lamp That's why the lady is a tramp