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I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew 
And never wished for Turkey 
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too 
From Maine to Albuquerque 

Alas, I missed the 'Beaux Arts Ball' 
And what is twice as sad 
I was never at a party where 
They honored Noel Coward 

But social circles spin too fast for me 
My hobohemia is the place to be 

I get too hungry, for dinner at eight 
I like the theater, but never come late 
I never bother, with people I hate 
That's why the lady is a tramp 

I don't like crap games, with barons and 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 

I like the free, fresh wind in her hair 
Life without care, I'm broke, it's okay 
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp 
That's why the lady is a tramp 

I go to Coney, the beach is divine 
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine 
I follow Winchell, and read every line 
That's why the lady is a tramp 

I like a prizefight, that isn't a fake 
I love the rowing, on Central Park lake 
I go to Opera and stay wide awake 
That's why the lady is a tramp 

I like the green grass under my shoes 
What can I lose, I'm flat, that's that 
I'm alone when I lower my lamp 
That's why the lady is a tramp