[00:00.000] 作词 : Lorenz Hart
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Richard Rodgers
[00:05.419]I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew
[00:08.424]And never wished for Turkey
[00:10.931]As I hitched and hiked and grifted too
[00:13.938]From Maine to Albuquerque
[00:16.945]Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball
[00:21.454]and what is twice as sad
[00:25.717]
[00:25.967]I was never at a party where
[00:29.475]They honored Noel Ca-ad
[00:34.235]But social circles spin too fast for me
[00:40.250]My hobohemia is the place to be
[00:47.516]
[00:48.773]I get too hungry for dinner at eight
[00:54.286]I like the theater but never come late
[01:00.050]I never bother with people I hate
[01:05.813]That's why the lady is a tramp
[01:10.073]
[01:11.577]I don't like crap games with barons and earls
[01:17.340]Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
[01:23.105]Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
[01:28.867]That's why the lady is a tramp
[01:32.630]
[01:33.380]I like the free fresh wind in my hair
[01:40.395]Life without care
[01:43.404]I'm broke, it's o'k
[01:46.660]Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
[01:52.425]That's why the lady is a tramp
[01:57.689]
[01:58.440]I go to Coney, the beach is devine
[02:03.954]I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
[02:09.972]I find a Winchell, and read every line
[02:15.736]That's why the lady is a tramp
[02:20.749]
[02:21.751]I like a prizefight, that isn't a fake
[02:27.264]I love the rowing on Central Park lake
[02:33.280]I go to Opera and stay wide awake
[02:39.044]That's why the lady is a tramp
[02:43.923]
[02:44.174]I like the green grass under my shoes
[02:50.940]What can I lose
[02:53.693]I'm flat, that's that
[02:56.956]I'm all alone when I lower my lamp
[03:02.971]That’s why the lady is a tramp

作词 : Lorenz Hart
作曲 : Richard Rodgers
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
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
That's 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
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke, it's o'k
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's 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
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight, 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 like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose
I'm flat, that's that
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp
That’s why the lady is a tramp