She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight 
She likes the theater, and never comes late 
She never bothers, with people she'd hate 
That's why the lady is a tramp 
Doesn't like crap games, with barons or earls 
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls 
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls 
That's why the lady is a tramp 
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair 
Life without care She's broke, and it's oak 
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp 
That's why the lady is a tramp 
She gets too hungry, to wait for dinner at eight