She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She adores the theater and she doesn't come late She'd never bothers if anyone 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 dressed in ermine and pearls She won't dish that dirt with the rest of the girls That is why the lady is a tramp She loves the free, free motherly wind in her hair Life without care, she's broke, but it's oak She loves California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp She gets much too hungry to wait around for dinner at eight She loves the theater and she doesn't arrive late She'd never mess with an idiot she'd hate That's why the lady she's a tramp She doesn't dig dice games played with lots of Sharpie's and Fraud's Won't make a trip up to Harlem driving in shining Lincoln's and Ford's She won't dish the dirt with the rest of those broads That is why the lady is a tramp She loves the cool, free, fine, wild wind in her hair Her life's without a care, she's broke She hates California because it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady, that's why the lady That's why the lady is a tramp She loves the free, free, fine, fresh wind in her hair Life's without a care, she's broke She hates California because it's damn cold and it's damp That's why the lady, yes, that's why the lady Obviously that's why this chick is a tramp