[00:00.000] 作词 : Richard Rodgers/Lorenz Hart
[00:00.214] 作曲 : Rodgers
[00:00.428]I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew and never wished for turkey
[00:11.941]As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque
[00:17.645]Alas I missed the Beaux Arts Ball and what is twice as sad
[00:26.517]I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad
[00:34.908]But social circles spin too fast for me
[00:40.964]My "hobohemia" is the place to be
[00:49.492]I get too hungry for dinner at eight
[00:54.748]I like the theater, but never come late
[01:00.572]I never bother with people I hate
[01:07.81]That's why the lady is a tramp
[01:11.452]I don't like crap games with barons and earls
[01:17.724]Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
[01:23.692]Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
[01:29.452]That's why the lady is a tramp
[01:34.564]I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
[01:41.357]Life without care
[01:44.268]I'm broke, it's oke
[01:47.323]Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
[01:53.219]That's why the lady is a tramp
[01:58.459]I go to Coney, the beach is divine
[02:04.635]I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
[02:10.251]I follow Winchell and read every line
[02:16.412]That's why the lady is a tramp
[02:22.031]I like a prizefight that isn't a fake
[02:27.851]I love the rowing on Central Park lake
[02:33.756]I go to Opera and stay wide awake
[02:39.619]That's why the lady is a tramp
[02:44.853]I like the green grass under my shoes
[02:51.899]What can I lose, I'm flat, that's that
[02:57.842]I'm alone when I lower my lamp
[03:03.987]That's why the lady is a tramp

作词 : Richard Rodgers/Lorenz Hart
作曲 : Rodgers
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
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 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 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