– People Will Say We're In Love –
Rodgers and Hammerstein
from Oklahoma! (1943)

Don't throw bouquets at me
Don't please my folks too much
Don't laugh at my jokes too much
People will say we're in love!

Don't sigh and gaze at me
Your sighs are so like mine
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine
People will say we're in love!

Don't start collecting things
Give me my rose and my glove.
Sweetheart they're suspecting things
People will say we're in love.

Don't dance all night with me
Till the stars fade from above.
They'll see it's alright with me
People will say we're in love.
– The Lady Is A Tramp –
Lorenz Hart & Richard Rodgers
from the musical Babes in Arms, 1937

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 was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Ca' ad.
But social circles spin 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 crapgames 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
 The Lady Is A Tramp, cont'd

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

I go to Coney
The beach is divine.
I go to ball games
The bleachers are fine.
I follow Winchell and read ev'ry line.
That's why the lady is a tramp.

I like a prizefight
That isn't a fake.
I love the rowing
On Central Park Lake.
I go to opera and stay wide awake.
That's why the lady is a tramp.

I like the green grass under my shoes.
What can I lose?
I'm flat! That's that!
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp.
That's why the lady is a tramp!