Lyrics:
That's why this chick is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
And I definitely won't
that I sing.
Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
I'm as free as the breeze and I ride where I please
Saddle tramp, saddle tramp.
At night I will rest 'neath
What a dog!
What a dog!
He's a tramp
But they love him
Breaks a new heart
every day
He's a tramp
They adore him
And I only hope he'll stay
that way
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
What a dog
What a dog
He's a tramp, but they love him
Breaks a new heart every day
He's a tramp, they adore him
And I only hope he'll stay
What a dog
What a dog
He's a tramp, but I love him
Breaks a new heart every day
He's a tramp, they adore him
And I only hope he'll stay that
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
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
What a dog
What a dog
He's a tramp, but I love him
Breaks a new heart every day
He's a tramp, they adore him
And I only hope he'll stay that
a tramp
Doesn't like dice games with barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem dressed in ermine and pearls
WIll not dish the dirt with the rest of those
He's a tramp but they love him
Breaks a new heart every day
He's a tramp, they adore him
And I only hope he'll stay that way
He's a tramp, he's
That's why this chick is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
And I definitely won't
That's why this chick is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
And I definitely won't
That's why this chick is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
And I definitely won't
Tramp!
What you call me?
Tramp.
You didn't!
You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats.
Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me
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 the girls
That's why
gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps
I was born on a farm in Alabama
And I was raised on God and cane and old ways
But now I'm rollin down the road in the Motor City
This is a tramp
Tramp!
What you call me?
Tramp.
No you didn't!
You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats.
Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes
is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
Won't dish out dirt, with the rest
That's why this chick is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
And I definitely won't
That's why this chick is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
And I definitely won't dish
gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsies, tramps
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