Ray Charles – The Lady Is A Tramp Lyrics
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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
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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
[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
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