TheLadyIsATramp

The Lady Is a Tramp - Buddy Greco

That's why that's why the lady

That's why that's why the lady

That's why that's why the lady is a tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight

Hates the theatre but never comes late

She never bothers with people she hate

That's why that's why the lady is a tramp

Don't go to crap games with barons or earls

Won't go to Harlem in ermines and pearls

She won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls

That's why that's why the lady is a tramp

She likes the free fresh wind in her hair

Life without care

She's broke and that's ok

Hates California so smarty and damp

That's why the lady is a tramp tramp tramp

She gets massages she cries and she moans

Tells Slenderella just to leave her alone

She's not so hot but her shape is her own

That's why that's why the lady is a tramp

The food at Sardees is great no doubt

But she doesn't know what motels are about

She puts in a dime and some ice comes out

That's why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free fresh wind in her face

Diamonds and lace

No God so what

For Rod Steiger she whistles and stamps

That's why the lady is a tramp Now

She don't know the reason for cocktails at five

She don't like fly-em-up but I'm glad I'm alive

I crave affection baby but not when I drive

That's why the lady is a tramp Now

She flew down to London and left me behind

I missed the crowning but I didn't mind

She won't play Scarlet and Gone with the Wind

(It's got to rhyme)

That's why the lady is a tramp

I like to hang her hat whereever I please

And fly with a breeze and no dough hi ho

She thinks that Marciano was still a great big champ

That's why the lady is a tramp

She goes down to Coney and she thinks the beach is divine

She goes to the ballgames and thinks the Yankees are fine

Why she reads Walther Winchell and understands every line

That's why the lady is a tramp

She likes to go rowing down Central Park lake

She digs a price fight that isn't a fake

Why she even goes to the opera and stays wide awake

That's why the lady is a tramp

I like the green grass under my shoes

Now what can I lose

She's flat and that's that

She's all alone when I lower my lamp

That's why the lady

That's why the lady

That's why the lady is a tramp