Lyrics
She wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As she hitched and hiked and grifted too
From Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, she missed the Beaux Arts Ball
And what is twice as sad
She was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Coward
But social circles spin too fast you see
Her whole bohemia is the place to be
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She likes the theater, but never comes late
She never bothers, with anyone she hates
That is why this lady is a tramp
She 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 those girls
That is why this lady is a tramp
She likes that free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, no joke
Hates California, too cold, too damp
That's why this lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She likes the theater, but never comes late
She never bothers, with anyone she hates
That is why this lady is a tramp
She don't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Don't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That is why this lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
I'm broke, no joke
Hates California, too cold, too damp
That's why this lady
That's why the lady
That's why this lady is a tramp
Credits
Vocals
Robbie Williams
Written By
Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers
Original Artist
Frank Sinatra
