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