The Lady Is a Trama - Lena Horne

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

She loves the theater, but never comes late

She’d never bother, with people She’d hate

Thats why the Lady is a Tramp

She’ll have no crap games, with Sharpie’s and Fraud’s

And she won’t go to Harlem, in Lincoln’s or Ford’s

And she won’t dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads

That’s why the Lady is a Tramp

She loves the free, fresh, wind in her hair

Life without care

She’s broke, but it’s oak

Hates California, it’s so cold, and so damp

That’s why the Lady, That’s why the Lady

That’s why the Lady is a Tramp