[Unemployment and a Monday with temperatures around 18C can only mean an outdoor ride. With a soundtrack by Sinatra.]
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She likes the theatre and never comes late She never bothers with people she hates That's why the lady 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 That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free fresh wind in her hair, life without care She's broke and it's oke Hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp
[Don't worry, it snowed the next day. And I don't hate California!]
