The Lady Is A Tramp (Live At The Crescendo)-Ella Fitzgerald

The Lady Is A Tramp (Live At The Crescendo) - 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 Thats 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 Thats why the lady is a tramp I like the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care I'm broke, its ok Hate california, its cold and its damp Thats why the lady is a tramp I go to coney, the beach is devine I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine I find a winchell, and read every line Thats why the lady is a tramp I like a prizefight, that isnt a fake I love the rowing, on central park lake I go to opera and stay wide awake Thats why the lady is a tramp I like the green grass under my shoes What can I lose, I'm flat, thats that I'm alone when I lower my lamp Thats why the lady is a tramp Transcribed by todd peach <[email protected]> A few additional verses from the ella in berlin cd: Girls get massages, they cry and they moan Tell slender ella to leave me alone I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own Thats why the lady is a tramp The food at the kopensky is perfect, no doubt I couldn't tell you wha the ritz is about Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out Thats why the lady is a tramp Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face Diamonds and lace, no got, so what? ! For frank sinatra, I whistle and stamp Thats why the lady is a tramp She's a hobo She's a scamp She's a no-good kinda tramp Thats why the lady is a tramp