Текст (слова) песни: Ella Fitzgerald - Lady is a Tramp
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 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 alone when I lower my lamp That`s why the lady is a tramp
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