Tramp, what you call me? Tramp, you didn't

You don't wear continental clothes or Stetson hats Well, I tell you one dog-gone thing

It makes me feel good to know one thing

I know I'm a lover, matter of opinion That's all right, mama was, papa too

And I'm the only child, lovin' is all I know to do You know what, Otis? What?

You're country, that's all right

You straight from the Georgia woods, that's good You know what? You wear overalls

And big old Brogan shoes

And you need a haircut, Tramp Haircut? Woman, you foolin'

Ooh, I'm a lover

Mama was, grand ma was, papa too Boogaloo, all that stuff

And I'm the only son-of-a-gun

This side of the sun, Tramp You know what, Otis? I don't care what you say

You're still a tramp, what? That's right

You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your pocket

You probably haven't even got twenty-five cents I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, four Fords

Six Mercuries, three T-Birds, Mustang

Ooh, I'm a lover, what 'bout me

My mama was, my papa too I tell you one thing, well tell me

I'm the only son-of-a-gun, yeah

On, this side of sun You're a tramp, Otis, no, I'm not

I don't care what you say

You're still a tramp, what's wrong with that? Look here, you ain't got no money

I got everything

You can't buy me all those minks and sables

And all that stuff I want I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels

Rabbits, anything you want, woman

Look, you can go out in the Georgia woods

And catch them, baby, oh, you foolin' You're still a tramp, that's all right

You a tramp, Otis, you just a tramp

That's all right

You wear overalls, you need a haircut, baby Cut of some of that hair, baby

You think you're a lover, huh?