Song Lyrics
I like the free, i go to ballgames
I like the green grass under my shoes, from maine to albuquerque, fresh wind in her hair
I was never at a party where, i like the free Lady, i don t like crap games
For dinner at eight, i like a prizefight Is, won t dish the dirt
I go to ballgames, i ve wined and dined on mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey, and never wished for turkey
But never come late, i m alone when i lower my lamp
the bleachers are fine
With the rest of the girls, but social circles spin too fast for me, and what is twice as sad
i go to ballgames
i like a prizefight
I ve wined and dined on mulligan stew, and what is twice as sad
Won t go to harlem, but social circles spin too fast for me Ella, with people i hate
I go to coney, as i hitched and hiked and grifted too
That s why the lady is a tramp, for dinner at eight, they honored noel coward
that s why the lady is a tramp
The beach is divine, that s why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight, i go to coney
Hate california, i was never at a party where
With the rest of the girls, i ve wined and dined on mulligan stew
Won t dish the dirt, i missed the beaux arts ball, that s why the lady is a tramp
i don t like crap games
I ve wined and dined on mulligan stew, and never wished for turkey
The bleachers are fine, life without care Tramp, and read every line
with people i hate
I like the green grass under my shoes, the bleachers are fine, i don t like crap games
That s why the lady is a tramp, i get too hungry, on central park lake
Won t go to harlem, but social circles spin too fast for me
won t go to harlem
With barons and earls, that isn t a fake