Ella Fitzgerald - The Lady Is A Tramp Lyrics
Ive wined and dined on mulligan stew, and never wished for turkeyAs I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from maine to albuquerqueAlas, I missed the beaux arts ball, and what is twice as sadI was never at a party where they honored noel ca-ad (coward)But social circles spin too fast for meMy hobohemia is the place to beI get too hungry, for dinner at eightI like the theater, but never come lateI never bother, with people I hateThats why the lady is a trampI dont like crap games, with barons and earlsWont go to harlem, in ermine and pearlsWont dish the dirt, with the rest of the girlsThats why the lady is a trampI like the free, fresh wind in her hairLife without careIm broke, its okHate california, its cold and its dampThats why the lady is a trampI go to coney, the beach is devineI go to ballgames, the bleachers are fineI find a winchell, and read every lineThats why the lady is a trampI like a prizefight, that isnt a fakeI love the rowing, on central park lakeI go to opera and stay wide awakeThats why the lady is a trampI like the green grass under my shoesWhat can I lose, Im flat, thats thatIm alone when I lower my lampThats why the lady is a trampTranscribed by todd peach <todd@thepeaches.com>########################A few additional verses from the ella in berlin cd:Girls get massages, they cry and they moanTell slender ella to leave me aloneIm not so hot, but my shape is my ownThats why the lady is a trampThe food at the kopensky is perfect, no doubtI couldnt tell you wha the ritz is aboutDrop a nickle in, and coffee comes outThats why the lady is a trampLike the sweet, fresh, rain in my faceDiamonds and lace, no got, so what? !For frank sinatra, I whistle and stampThats why the lady is a trampShes a hoboShes a scampShes a no-good kinda trampThats why the lady is a tramp
