Tramp Lyrics

Tramp lyrics

Tramp! 

 What you call me? 

 Tramp. 

 You didn't! 

 You
don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. 

 Well I tell you one
dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover.


 Matter of opinion. 

 That's all right, Mama was. Papa too. And
I'm the only child. Lovin' is all I know to do. 

 You know what, Otis?


 What? 

 You're country. 

 That's all right. 

 You
straight from the Georgia woods. 

 That's good. 

 You know what?
You wear overalls, and big old brogan shoes, and you need a haircut, Tramp. 

 Haircut? Woman, you foolin'...ooh...I'm a lover. Mama was. Grandmama, Papa
too. Boogaloo. All that stuff. And I'm the only son-of-a-gun this side of the
Sun. Tramp! 

 You know what, Otis? I don't care what you say, you're
still a tramp. 

 What? 

 That's right. You haven't even got a fat
bankroll in your pocket. You probably haven't even got twenty-five cents. 

 I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, four Fords, six Mercuries, three
T-Birds, Mustang, ooooooohhh...I'm a lover. Mama was. Papa too. I tell you one
thing. 

 Well tell me. 

 I'm the only son-of-a-gun this side of the
Sun. 

 You're a tramp, Otis. 

 No I'm not. 

 I don't care what
you say, you're still a tramp. 

 What's wrong with that? 

 Look
here. You ain't got no money. 

 I got everything. 

 You can't buy
me all those minks and sables and all that stuff I want. 

 I can buy you
minks, rats, frogs, squirrels, rabbits, ...anything you want, Woman. 

Look, you can go out in the Georgia woods and find them, Baby. 

 Oh, you
foolin'. 

 You're still a tramp. 

 That's all right. 

 You a
tramp, Otis. You just a tramp. 

 That's all right. 

 You we