(Puck) She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight She enjoys the theater, and wonder why's 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 the girls That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, it's o'k She hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp
(Mercedes) OOOooohhhh I get far too hungry, the way dinner at eight I enjoy the theatre but never come late
(Puck) You'd never bother, with anyone that you hate
(Both) That's why the lady is a tramp.
(Mercedes) I like the free, fresh wind in my hair Life without care