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

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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