She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She adores the theater and won't arrive late She'd never bother with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp She doesn't like craft games with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem in her men and pearls Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls That's why the lady is a tramp She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke and stoked, she hates California It's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp Oh, I get far too hungry to wait dinner at eight I adore the theater, but I never come late You'd never bother with anyone that you'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp I like the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care She's a swinger, a hunkinger Hates California, but too cold and too damp That's why the lady is a tramp That's why the lady is a tramp