I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey
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As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque
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Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
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I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward)
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But social circles spin too fast for me
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My "hobohemia" is the place to be
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I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
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I like the theater, but never come late
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I never bother, with people I hate
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That's why the lady is a tramp
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I don't like crap games, with barons and earls
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Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
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Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
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That's why the lady is a tramp
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I like the free, fresh wind in her hair
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Life without care
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I'm broke, it's o'k
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Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
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That's why the lady is a tramp
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I go to Coney, the beach is devine
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I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
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I find a Winchell, and read every line
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That's why the lady is a tramp
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I like a prizefight, that isn't a fake
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I love the rowing, on Central Park lake
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I go to Opera and stay wide awake
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That's why the lady is a tramp
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I like the green grass under my shoes
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What can I lose, I'm flat, that's that
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I'm alone when I lower my lamp
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That's why the lady is a tramp
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[A few additional verses from the "Ella In Berlin" CD:]
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Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
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Tell slender Ella to leave me alone
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I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own
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That's why the lady is a tramp
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The food at the Kopensky is perfect, no doubt
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I couldn't tell you wha the Ritz is about
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Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out
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That's why the lady is a tramp
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Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face
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Diamonds and lace, no got, so what?!
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For Frank Sinatra, I whistle and stamp
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That's why the lady is a tramp
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She's a hobo
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She's a scamp
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She's a no-good kinda tramp
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That's why the lady is a tramp
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The Lady Is A Tramp
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| Ray Charles |
