<Frank Sinatra> page <Live In Australia, 1959> album page |
The Lady Is A TrampShe gets too hungry, for dinner at eight (I am starving)She loves the theater, but she never comes late I never bother, with people that I hate That's why this chick is a tramp She doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls And I definitely won't dish out dirt, with the rest of those girls (Thank-you) That's why the lady is a tramp I love the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care, oh I'm so broke, it's old I hate California, it's crowded and damp That's why the lady is a tramp (I am a tramp) Sometimes I go to Coney Island, oh the beach is divine And I love the Yankees, Jeeter's just fine I follow Rogers and Heart, she sings every line That's why the lady is a tramp I love a prizefight, that isn't a… |