Lyrics:She gets too hungry for dinner at eightShe like the theatre and never comes lateShe never bothers with people she hatesThat's why the lady is a trampDoens't like crapgames with barons or earlsWon't go to Harlem in ermine and pearlsWon't dish the dirt with the rest of the girlsTha'ts why the lady is a trampShe like the free fresh wind in her hain, life without careShe's broke and it's okeHates California, it's cold and it's dampThat's why the lady is a trampShe gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eightShe loves the theatre, but never comes lateShe'd never bother with people she'd hateThat's why the lady is a trampShe'll have no crapgames with sharpies and frogsAnd she won't go to Harlem in Lincolns or FordsAnd she won't dish the dirt with the rest of the broadsThat's why the lady is a trampShe loves the free fresh wind in her hairLife without care. She's broke but it's okeHates California, it's so cold and so dampThat's why the lady. that's why the ladyThat's why the lady is a tramp