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 ok
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 Dama es una Vagabunda
Ella tiene demasiada hambre, para cenar a las ocho
Ama el teatro, pero no llega tarde
Nunca se molestaría, con personas que odia
Por eso la dama es una vagabunda
No le gustan los juegos de mierda, con barones y condes
No irá a Harlem, en armiño y perlas
No chismeará, con el resto de esas chicas
Por eso la dama es una vagabunda
Ella ama el viento fresco y libre en su cabello
La vida sin preocupaciones
Está quebrada, pero está bien
Odio California, es fría y húmeda
Por eso la dama es una vagabunda
No le gustan los juegos de dados, con tramposos y estafadores
No irá a Harlem, en Lincolns o Fords
No chismeará, con el resto de esas mujeres
¡Por eso la dama es una vagabunda!