The Lady Is a Tramp Songtext
von Peggy Lee

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 dice games with barons and earls
Won′t go slumming with 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 my hair
Life without care
I′m broke, that′s ok
I hate California, it's cold and it′s damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

I like a prizefight that isn′t a fake
That's why the lady is a tramp

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 all alone when I lower my lamp
That′s why the lady is
That's why they call the lady
That′s why the lady is
A trump