Here come the bums They're after me Can't you see me coming They're gonna get me Gonna get me "We're taking you to the shadow land, and only you know
Tramp You could call me that I don't wear continental clothes Stetson hats, sometimes Momma would Papa too I love this child It's all I know how to do
He's a tramp but they love him Breaks a new heart every day He's a tramp, they adore him And I only hope he'll stay that way He's a tramp, he's a scoundrel
Hmm uuh ahh (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must pay So
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Paff bum, that's the sound of love Paff bum, that's the way love goes Paff bum, well, I met you yesterday, yeah Paff bum and now you've gone away Pretty
Oh girl, I don't know all the reasons why I found the answer looking in your eye I go out walking all day long Take away this lonely man, soon he will
Takes the time to stay one place Though his clothes aren't finest lace Read the lines on a tramp's face Taking his time just like you just like me Wandering
Conozco un vagabundo del espacio recorre el universo en su asteroide sin orbita ni puerto ni partida tapa la soledad con todo el frio de su vida
Tramp, what you call me? Tramp, you didn't You don't wear continental clothes or Stetson hats Well, I tell you one dog-gone thing It makes me feel good
Tramp ( Feat. Carla Thomas) Tramp! What you call me? Tramp. You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog
Tramp Have you got a quarter for me Tramp I'll even take a dime anytime Standing on a corner Living in the street I got to make a living From the people
I was born in the wagon of a traveling show My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little Gospel,
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel,
Mmm Mmm Mmm Oh look at that Put a leash on him Betta learn how to train him Ain't nothing but a dog Come here baby It's a doggy dog world He's a tramp
He's a tramp but I love him Breaks a new heart every day He's a tramp and I adore him And I only hope he stays that way He's a tramp, he's a scoundrel
There are some things that you never want to see Situations that you struggle to believe Now you're older and I am older too There are some things that