The Lady Is A Tramp Lyrics & Chords By 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, tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
Hates the theater 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 okay
Hates California, so smarty and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp now

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 now

I like to hang her hat wherever 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 now

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 now

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 now

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