frank turner – Our Lady Of The Campfires

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre, and never comes late
She never bothers, with people she’d hate
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 oak
Hates California, it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

She gets too hungry, to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre, but never comes late
She’d never bother, with people She’d hate
Thats why the Lady is a Tramp

She’ll have no crap games, with Sharpie’s and Fraud’s
And she won’t go to Harlem, in Lincoln’s or Ford’s
And she won’t dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads
That’s why the Lady is a Tramp

She loves the free, fresh, wind in her hair
Life without care
She’s broke, but it’s oak
Hates California, it’s so cold, and so damp
That’s why the Lady, That’s why the Lady
That’s why the Lady is a Tramp