She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She loves the theatre, but she never comes late I never bother with people that I hate That's why the lady is a tramp She doesn't like crap games with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem in 'iamonds and pearls And I definitely won't dish our dirt with some of the girls That's why, that's why the 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 blow out my lamp That's why the lady is a tramp, amunì I love your free fresh I love your handkerchief in my hand Life without care Oh, but I'm so broke, that's oke Hates California, it's cold and it's damp And that's why, that's why That's why, that's why That's why, that's why That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp That's why the lady is a tramp