Lyrics
Tony Bennett
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight (I am starving)
She loves the theater, but she never comes late
I never bother, with people that I hate
That's why this chick is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
Won't dish out dirt, with the rest of those girls (thank-you)
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care, oh I'm so broke, it's old
I hate California, it's crowded and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp (I am a tramp)
Sometimes I go to Coney Island, oh the beach is divine
And I love the Yankees, Jeeter's just fine
I follow Rogers and Heart, she sings every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love a prizefight, that isn't a fake (no fakes)
I love to row boat with you and your wife on Central Park lake
She goes to Opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do)
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes
What can I lose, 'cause I got no dough (oh no?)
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Go!
I love your free ?, your handkerchief in my hair
Life without care, but I am so broke, that's oak
Hates California it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
That's why this lady is a tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Written by HART, LORENZ / RODGERS, RICHARD
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., IMAGEM U.S. LLC
Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight (I am starving)
She loves the theater, but she never comes late
I never bother, with people that I hate
That's why this chick is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
Won't dish out dirt, with the rest of those girls (thank-you)
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care, oh I'm so broke, it's old
I hate California, it's crowded and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp (I am a tramp)
Sometimes I go to Coney Island, oh the beach is divine
And I love the Yankees, Jeeter's just fine
I follow Rogers and Heart, she sings every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love a prizefight, that isn't a fake (no fakes)
I love to row boat with you and your wife on Central Park lake
She goes to Opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do)
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes
What can I lose, 'cause I got no dough (oh no?)
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Go!
I love your free ?, your handkerchief in my hair
Life without care, but I am so broke, that's oak
Hates California it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
That's why this lady is a tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Written by HART, LORENZ / RODGERS, RICHARD
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., IMAGEM U.S. LLC
Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.
