The Lady Is a Tramp - Rosemary Clooney

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 love a prized fight, 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 love the free, fresh wind in my hair

Life without care

I’m broke, it’s oak

For Frank Sinatra I whistle and stand

That’s why the lady is a tramp

I love the free, fresh wind in my hair

Life without care

I’m broke, it’s oak

Hate Calfornia it’s cold and it’s damp

That’s why the lady is a tramp