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The Lady Is A Tramp / Let's Get Away From It All (Live At The Copacabana, NYC/1967)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Supremes
The Supremes
Künstler:in
Diana Ross
Diana Ross
Stimme und Gesang
Florence Ballard
Florence Ballard
Stimme und Gesang
Mary Wilson
Mary Wilson
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lorenz Hart
Lorenz Hart
Texte
Richard Rodgers
Richard Rodgers
Komponist:in
Tom Adair
Tom Adair
Komponist:in
Matt Dennis
Matt Dennis
Komponist:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
And I like the theater, but never come late
And I never bother with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
[Verse 2]
I like the crap games with barons and earls
I won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
I won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
[Verse 3]
I like that cool, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke (She's broke) and it's old (It's old)
Hate Californi
It's cold and it's damp
And that's why the lady is a tramp
[Verse 4]
I'm so tired of this dull routine
Up to town on the 8:15
(Back at nine, and to bed, and then)
I gotta get up and start all over again, and I
Girl, come on with us
We're gonna go somewhere
Acapulco
Acapulco?
[Verse 5]
And let's take a boat to Bermuda
Hey, let's take a plane to Saint Paul
Let's take a flight out to Boston for chowder
And let's get away from it all
Hey, let's go again to Niagara
And this time we'll look at the fog
Let's leave our hut and get out of this rut
Let's get away (Let's get away)
Let's get away
From it all
[Verse 6]
Oh, we'll wine and dine on Mulligan stew
And never wish for turkey (I will)
We'll hitch and hype at drift on to
From there to Albuquerque
[Verse 7]
But my social circle spins too fast for me
Well, homeboy, even is the place to be
Homeboy, what?
I wanna be
Hey
Ravish 'em
[Verse 8]
I get too hungry for dinner at eight (At eight, what?)
And I like the theater, but never come late (You're always late)
I never bother with people I hate (Just lovers)
That's why the lady is a tramp
[Verse 9]
I like to gamble with the baron and earl
I won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearled
I won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
[Verse 10]
I like that cool, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke (She's broke) and it's old (It's old)
Hate Californi
It's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a
That's why the lady, that's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp
Sure enough
Oh, yeah
Written by: Lorenz Hart, Matt Dennis, Richard Rodgers, Tom Adair
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