The Lady Is a Tramp [#][*]

As I hitched and hiked and grifted too
From Maine to Albuquerque
I go to Opera and stay wide awake
That's why the lady is a tramp
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
I never bother, with people I hate
Where they honored Noel Ca-ad
Life without care, I'm broke, it's okay
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls

I like the theater, but never come late
I like the green grass under my shoes
My Hobohemia is the place to be
That's why the lady is a tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball
I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I go to Cony, the beach is divine
But social circles spin too fast for me
I find a Winchell, and read every line
I was never at a party

I like the free, fresh wind in her hair
What can I lose, I'm flat, that's that

I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine

Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

And what is twice as sad
I don't like crap games, with barons and earls
I like a prizefight, that isn't a fake
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love the rowing, on Central Park lake