¤½¤ÎÊçÅ®¤Õ¤·¤À¤é¤Ë¤Ä¤ The lady is a tramp Lyrics by: Lorenz Hart Music by: Richard Rodgers From the Show: Babes In Arms 1937 (S) vocal:×µÃûÁÖéÕ I've wined ang dined on mulligan stew And never wished for a turkey As I hitched and hiked ang grifted too,from Maine to Albuguerque Alas I missed the Beaux Arts Ball And what is twice as sad I've never been to a party where they honoured Noel Ca-ad Social circles moved too far for me. My hobohemia is the place to be I get too gungry for dinner at eight I like the theatre 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 my hair Life without care I'm broke,it's oke Hate California,it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp