Ella Fitzgerald The Lady Is A Tramp Lyrics

The Lady Is A Tramp Lyrics

I’ve wined and dined on mulligan stew, and never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from maine to albuquerque
Alas, I missed the beaux arts ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored noel ca-ad (coward)
But social circles spin too fast for me
My "hobohemia" is the place to be

I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but never come late
I never bother, with people I hate
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I don’t like crap games, with barons and 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 tramp

I like the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
I’m broke, it’s o’k
Hate california, it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I go to coney, the beach is devine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I find a winchell, and read every line
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I like a prizefight, that isn’t a fake
I love the rowing, on central park lake
I go to opera and stay wide awake
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose, I’m flat, that’s that
I’m alone when I lower my lamp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

Transcribed by todd peach <todd@thepeaches.com>

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A few additional verses from the "ella in berlin" cd:

Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
Tell slender ella to leave me alone
I’m not so hot, but my shape is my own
That’s why the lady is a tramp

The food at the kopensky is perfect, no doubt
I couldn’t tell you wha the ritz is about
Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out
That’s why the lady is a tramp

Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face
Diamonds and lace, no got, so what? !

For frank sinatra, I whistle and stamp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

She’s a hobo
She’s a scamp
She’s a no-good kinda tramp
That’s why the lady is a tramp