The Lady Is a Tramp
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theater and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like crap games with barons or 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, and it's (oke)
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theater but never comes late
She'd never bother with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
She'll have no crap games with sharpies and frauds
And she won't go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords
And she won't dish the dirt with the rest of the broads
That's why the lady is a tramp
She'd love the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's (oke)
Hates California, it's so cold and so damp
That's why the lady
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp
La Dama Es Una Vagabunda
Tiene mucha hambre para cenar a las ocho
Le gusta el teatro y nunca llega tarde
Nunca se molesta con gente que odiaría
Por eso la dama es una vagabunda
No le gustan los juegos de basura con barones o condes
No irá a Harlem con armiño y perlas
No voy a difamar al resto de las chicas
Por eso la dama es una vagabunda
Le gusta el viento libre y fresco en su cabello
Vida sin cuidado
Está arruinada y no pasa nada
Odia California, hace frío y está húmedo
Por eso la dama es una vagabunda
Tiene mucha hambre para esperar a cenar a las ocho
Le encanta el teatro, pero nunca llega tarde
Nunca se molestaría con gente que odiaría
Por eso la dama es una vagabunda
No tendrá juegos de basura con los estafadores y los estafadores
Y ella no irá a Harlem en Lincolns o Fords
Y ella no va a comer la tierra con el resto de las chicas
Por eso la dama es una vagabunda
Le encantaría el viento libre y fresco en su cabello
Vida sin cuidado
Está arruinada y no pasa nada
Odia California, hace tanto frío y húmedo
Es por eso que la señora
Es por eso que la señora
Por eso la dama es una vagabunda
Composição: Lorenz Hart / Richard Rodgers