Mary Martin - Lady Is a Tramp [Stereo Recording] Lyrics

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 Caaahd
But social circles spin too fast for me
My Hobo-hemia is the place to be

I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I love 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 my hair
Life without care
I'm broke--it's "oke"
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 ball games, 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

Don't know the reason for cocktails at five
I don't like flying, I'm glad I'm alive
I crave affection, but not when I drive
That's why the lady is a tramp

Folks went to London and left me behind
I missed the crowning, Queen Mary didn't mind
Won't play Scarlett in "Gone with the Wynde"
That's why the lady is a tramp

I like to hang my hat where I please
Sail with the breeze
No dough--hi-ho!
I still like Roosevelt, I think he's a champ

That's why the lady
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp