He`s a tramp, but I 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,
He`s a rounder, he`s a cad.
He`s a tramp, but I love him.
Yes, and even I have got it pretty bad.
You can never tell when he`ll show up.
He gives you plenty of trouble.
I guess he`s just a no account pup,
But I wish that he were double.
He`s a tramp, he`s a rover,
And there`s nothing more to say.
If he`s a tramp, he`s a good one,
And I wish that I could travel his way.
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