Letra de The Lady Is A Tramp (Live At The Sands, Las Vegas/1961)
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight She likes the theater and never comes late She never bothers, with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a trampDoesn't like these games, with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls That's why the lady is a trampShe loves the free, cool fine wind in her hair Life without care She's broke but it's oak This spicy is California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a trampShe gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight She loves the theater but never comes late She'd never bother with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a trampShe doesn't like this games with sharpies and frauds And never make a trip up there in Lincoln's or Ford's Well not dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads That's why the Lady is a TrampShe loves the free, fresh, wind in her hair Life is without care She's broke, but it's oak She hates California, it's so cold, and so damp That's why the lady, I said that's why the lady That's why the lady is a tramp