The lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn'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
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's o'k
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp
La señora es una vagabunda
Tiene mucha hambre, para cenar a las ocho
Le encanta el teatro, pero no llega tarde
Nunca se molestaría, con gente que odiaría
Es por eso que la señora es una vagabunda
No le gustan los juegos de basura, con barones y testardos
No irá a Harlem, en armiño y perlas
No ensuciará la tierra, con el resto de esas chicas
Es por eso que la señora es una vagabunda
Le encanta el viento libre y fresco en su cabello
La vida sin cuidado
Está quebrada, pero está bien
Odia California, hace frío y húmedo
Es por eso que la señora es una vagabunda
No le gustan los juegos de dados, con afilados y fraudes
No irá a Harlem, en Lincolns o en Fords
No ensuciará la suciedad, con el resto de esas chicas
Es por eso que la señora es una vagabunda