I love this song!



E a canção é The Lady Is a Tramp.

Gosto especialmente dela cantada por Ella, como só Ella sabia; com muito swing.

Ouvindo os vários discos ao vivo (Berlim, Roma, Budapest) é notório como Ella altera a letra.

Aqui fica a cantada no concerto de Roma (25/04/1958)

I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
I've never been to a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward)
Social circles move too fast for me
My "hobohemia" is the place to be

I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but never come late
I never bother, with people I hate
That's why 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 of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke, it's o'k
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
Tell ???? to leave me alone
I'm not so hot, but my shape is my own
That's why the lady is a tramp

The food at the Grand is perfect, no doubt
I couldn't tell you what the Ritz is about
Drop a nickle, and coffee comes out
That's why the lady is a tramp

Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face
Diamonds and lace, no got, so what?!

For Frank Sinatra, I whistle and stamp
That's why the lady is a tramp

She's a hobo
She's a scamp
She's a no-good kinda tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp

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