Karaoké The Lady Is a Tramp Ella Fitzgerald

I've wined and dined on mulligan stew and never wished for turkey

As I've hitched and hiked and drifted 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 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 those 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 oh

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 is a tramp