Tramp

Tramp

What you call me?

Tramp

You didn't

You don't wear continental clothes

Or Stetson hats

Well I tell you one doggone thing

It makes me feel good to know one thing

I know I'm a lover

Matter of opinion

That's all right, mama was, papa too

And I'm the only child, lovin' is all I know to do

You know what, Otis?

What?

You're country

That's all right

You straight from the Georgia Woods

That's good

You know what?

You wear overalls

And big old Brogan shoes

And you need a haircut, Tramp

Haircut? Woman, you foolin'

Ooh, I'm a lover, mama was, Grandmama, papa too

Boogaloo, all that stuff

And I'm the only son of a gun this side of the sun

Tramp

You know what, Otis?

I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp

What?

That's right

You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your pocket

You probably haven't even got twenty-five cents

I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, four Fords

Six Mercuries, three T-Birds, Mustang

Ooh, I'm a lover

Well tell me

Mama was, papa too, I tell you one thing

I'm the only son of a gun this side of the sun

You're a tramp, Otis

No I'm not

I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp

What's wrong with that?

Look here, you ain't got no money

I got everything

You can't buy me all those minks

And sables and all that stuff I want

I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels

Rabbits, anything you want woman

Look, you can go out in the Georgia Woods

And catch them baby

Oh, you foolin'

You're still a tramp

That's all right

You a tramp, Otis

You just a tramp

That's all right

You wear overalls

You need a haircut baby

Cut off son of a Hell

You think you're a lover huh