Tramp

You're a tramp, Otis, no, I'm not
I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, four Fords
You know what? You wear overalls
On, this side of sun
And I'm the only son-of-a-gun

And catch them, baby, oh, you foolin'

I'm the only son-of-a-gun, yeah
Cut of some of that hair, baby
You're still a tramp, that's all right
You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your pocket
Rabbits, anything you want, woman
You're still a tramp, what's wrong with that?
Mama was, grand ma was, papa too
You know what, Otis? What?
Haircut? Woman, you foolin'
Boogaloo, all that stuff
I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels
You straight from the Georgia woods, that's good
Look here, you ain't got no money

Well, I tell you one dog-gone thing

And you need a haircut, Tramp
You probably haven't even got twenty-five cents
Six Mercuries, three T-Birds, Mustang
You're country, that's all right
You can't buy me all those minks and sables
And big old Brogan shoes
You a tramp, Otis, you just a tramp
You're still a tramp, what? That's right

You wear overalls, you need a haircut, baby
Look, you can go out in the Georgia woods

I don't care what you say
That's all right

I tell you one thing, well tell me
You know what, Otis? I don't care what you say
That's all right, mama was, papa too
My mama was, my papa too
It makes me feel good to know one thing
I got everything

And all that stuff I want

And I'm the only child, lovin' is all I know to do
Ooh, I'm a lover

Ooh, I'm a lover, what 'bout me
I know I'm a lover, matter of opinion
This side of the sun, Tramp