Tramp

I don't care what you say
And catch them, baby, oh, you foolin'
Cut of some of that hair, baby
I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels
And you need a haircut, Tramp
I'm the only son-of-a-gun, yeah
Ooh, I'm a lover, what 'bout me
This side of the sun, Tramp
You probably haven't even got twenty-five cents

That's all right
My mama was, my papa too

Rabbits, anything you want, woman
And all that stuff I want
You know what, Otis? What?
On, this side of sun
You know what? You wear overalls
I tell you one thing, well tell me

Well, I tell you one dog-gone thing
Ooh, I'm a lover
I got everything
Mama was, grand ma was, papa too

You're still a tramp, that's all right
You're still a tramp, what? That's right

Boogaloo, all that stuff
And I'm the only son-of-a-gun
You know what, Otis? I don't care what you say
You're a tramp, Otis, no, I'm not
You wear overalls, you need a haircut, baby
Haircut? Woman, you foolin'
I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, four Fords
That's all right, mama was, papa too
And I'm the only child, lovin' is all I know to do
And big old Brogan shoes
Look, you can go out in the Georgia woods
You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your pocket
You're country, that's all right
Look here, you ain't got no money
I know I'm a lover, matter of opinion
You're still a tramp, what's wrong with that?

Six Mercuries, three T-Birds, Mustang
You can't buy me all those minks and sables

You a tramp, Otis, you just a tramp
It makes me feel good to know one thing
You straight from the Georgia woods, that's good