LYRICS
作词 : Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers
作曲 : Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
I'm 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
Hahaha
She doesn't like crap games,
with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermines and pearl
Hahaha
And I definitely won't dish our 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 oak
I hate California,
it's crowded and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I'm a tramp!
Sometimes I go to Coney Island
Oh, the beach is divine.
And I love the Yankees
Jeter's just fine.
I follow rounders and park
She sings every line.
That's why the lady is a tramp.
I love a prizefight
That isn't a fake
No fakes
And I love to rowboat with you and your wife in Central Park lake.
Hahaha
She goes to the opera,
and stays wide awake.
Yes I do.
That's why this 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'm doing my hair
That's why the lady is a tramp
Go
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
Arubu dubu dubu dubu bop bop ba ba ba ba du rabidaday
I love your free, fresh
I love your handkerchief in my hair
Life without care
Oh my god
But I'm so broke
It's oak
Hates California, it's so 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