Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Sammy Davis Jr.
I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and drifted too
From Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball
What is twice as sad?
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Coward
But her social circles spin too fast for me
Her Hobohemia is the place I wanna be
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but never comes late
She'll never bother with someone she hates
That's why the lady is a tramp
She goes to Coney, the beach is divine
She digs to ballgames and the bleachers are fine
She reads Kilgallen, and I mean, every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the green grass under my shoes
So what I can I lose?
I'm flat, that's that
And for Ray Charles, she whistles and stamps
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care, she is nobody's oak
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Why the lady
That is why the lady
Why the lady is a tramp
(One more time)
Why the lady
I'm ? that crazy lady
Why the lady is a tramp
The Lady Is a Tramp was written by Richard Rodgers & Lorenz Hart.