Lady is a Tramp — текст песни (Ella Fitzgerald)

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