The Lady Is a Tramp

She likes the free fr… fresh
Wind in her hair.
Life without care.
She’s broke, oke, it’s oke
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight,
Like the theatre but never come late.
Never bother with people she hates,
That’s why the lady is a tramp.
Don’t like corapgames with Barons ad Earls,
She 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, it’s oke
Hat California,
It’s cold and it’s damp,
That’s why the lady is a ahaaa.
Antonello Vannucci!
Massimo Morriconi!
Giampaolo Ascolese
Eh! Yeh!
Ah-ah… free… fresh
Wind in her hair.
Life without care.
She’s broke, it’s oke
Hat California,
It’s cold and it’s damp,
That’s why the lady is a tramp.
Ah!
… The lady…
Li abbiamo ascoltati questi signori qua?
Hanno dichiarato l’et, quando sono arrivati
E al pianoforte c’era Antonello Vannucchi…
Antonello, al contrabbasso il quarantatremezzenne Massimo Morriconi
Alla batteria, vicini di casa,
il secolo sempre quello eh, Giampaolo Ascolese
… The lady…
She likes the free fresh
Wind in her hair.
Life without care.
She’s broke, it’s oke
Hat California,
It’s cold and it’s damp,
That’s why the lady is a tramp.
… The lady…
Pa da po da di di di da…
Oh yeh
Vannucchi, Morricone, Ascolese!
The big trio! Go man!
Bravi, bravi!
Oh yeh!
Bye bye bye!
Go go go go go!
Uh!