As I hitched and hiked and grifted too
But social circles spin too fast for me
I follow Winchell and read every line
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
I go to Coney, the beach is divine
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball
I love the rowing on Central Park lake
That's why the lady is a tramp
Where they honored Noel Ca'ad
That's why the lady is a tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight that isn't a fake
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
I like the theater but never come late
That's why the lady is a tramp
And what is twice as sad
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp
What can I lose? I'm flat, that's that
From Maine to Albuquerque
I never bother with people I hate
My 'Hobohemia' is the place to be
I go to Opera and stay wide awake
Life without care, I'm broke, it's o'k
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the green grass under my shoes
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
I was never at a party
I don't like crap games with barons and earls
That's why the lady, that's why the lady
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
That's why the lady is a tramp
