About the song
Frank Sinatra’s “The Lady Is a Tramp” is a timeless classic that encapsulates the essence of independence, charm, and authenticity. Released in 1957 as part of Sinatra’s iconic “A Swingin’ Affair!” album, this song has since become a beloved standard in the realm of jazz and pop music.
The opening notes of “The Lady Is a Tramp” immediately draw listeners into a world of sophistication and flair. Sinatra’s smooth, velvety voice effortlessly glides over the swinging jazz arrangement, creating an atmosphere that is both captivating and infectious. The song’s upbeat tempo and lively instrumentation, including brass and percussion, perfectly complement Sinatra’s vocal delivery, adding layers of depth and dynamism to the overall sound.
Lyrically, “The Lady Is a Tramp” celebrates a free-spirited woman who defies societal norms and embraces her individuality with pride. Sinatra’s masterful interpretation brings the lyrics to life, painting a vivid portrait of a woman who values her freedom and refuses to conform to expectations. The song’s clever wordplay and witty observations add a playful charm, making it a joy to listen to from start to finish.
One of the key highlights of “The Lady Is a Tramp” is Sinatra’s impeccable phrasing and nuanced expression. His ability to convey emotion and storytelling through his voice is unmatched, drawing listeners into the narrative of the song and leaving a lasting impact.
Over the years, “The Lady Is a Tramp” has remained a staple in Sinatra’s repertoire, showcasing his enduring legacy as one of the greatest interpreters of American popular music. Its enduring popularity and timeless appeal make it a must-listen for music enthusiasts of all generations, standing as a testament to Sinatra’s unparalleled talent and charisma.
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Lyrics
She gets too hungry for dinner at eightShe likes the theater and never comes lateShe never bothers with people she’d hateThat’s why the lady is a trampDoesn’t like crap games with barons or earlsWon’t go to Harlem in ermine and pearlsWon’t dish the dirt with the rest of the girlsThat’s why the lady is a trampShe likes the free, fresh wind in her hairLife without careShe’s broke and it’s okHates California, it’s cold and it’s dampThat’s why the lady is a trampShe gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eightShe loves the theater but never comes lateShe’d never bother with people she’d hateThat is why the lady is a trampShe’ll have no crap games with sharpies and fraudsAnd she won’t go to Harlem in Lincolns or FordsAnd she won’t dish the dirt with the rest of the broadsThat’s why the lady is a trampShe loves the free, fresh wind in her hairLife without careShe’s broke, but it’s okHates California, it’s so cold and so dampThat’s why the ladyThat’s why the ladyThat’s why the lady is a tramp