作词 : Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers

作曲 : Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight

I'm starving

She loves the theater but she nEVer comes late

I never bother with people that I hate

That's why this chick is a tramp

Hahaha

She doesn't like crap games,

with barons and earls

Won't go to Harlem in ermines and pearl

Hahaha

And I definitely won't dish our dirt with the rest of those girls

Thank you

That's why the lady is a tramp

I love the free,

fresh wind in my hair

Life without care

Oh, I'm so broke

It's oak

I hate California,

it's crowded and damp

That's why the lady is a tramp

I'm a tramp!

Sometimes I go to Coney Island

Oh, the beach is divine.

And I love the Yankees

Jeter's just fine.

I follow rounders and park

She sings every line.

That's why the lady is a tramp.

I love a prizefight

That isn't a fake

No fakes

And I love to rowboat with you and your wife in Central Park lake.

Hahaha

She goes to the opera,

and stays wide awake.

Yes I do.

That's why this lady is a tramp.

She likes the green

Green

Grass

Grass

Under her shoes.

What can I lose?

Cause I got no dough

Oh no?

I'm all alone

When I'm doing my hair

That's why the lady is a tramp

Go

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep

Arubu dubu dubu dubu bop bop ba ba ba ba du rabidaday

I love your free, fresh

I love your handkerchief in my hair

Life without care

Oh my god

But I'm so broke

It's oak

Hates California, it's so cold,

and it's damp

That's why the lady is a tramp

That's why this lady is a tramp

That's why the lady is a tramp