Lady Is A Tramp Lyrics - With A Song In My Heart - John Pizzarelli

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 

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 my 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 divine 

I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine 

I follow 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 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