i ve wined and dined on mulligan stew and never wished for turkey as i hitched and hiked and drifted too from maine to albuquerque alas i missed the beaux arts ball what is twice as sad i was never at a party where they honored noel coward but her social circles spin too fast for me her hobohemia is the place i wanna be she gets too hungry for dinner at eight she loves the theater but never comes late she ll never bother with someone she hates that s why the lady is a tramp she goes to coney the beach is divine she digs to ballgames and the bleachers are fine she reads kilgallen and i mean every line that s why the lady is a tramp i like the green grass under my shoes so what i can i lose i m flat that s that and for ray charles she whistles and stamps that s why the lady is a tramp she likes the free fresh wind in her hair life without care she is nobody s oak hates california it s cold and it s damp that s why the lady is a tramp why the lady that is why the lady why the lady is a tramp why the lady i m that crazy lady why the lady is a tramp