Frank Sinatra

Introduction

In the pantheon of musical greatness, the collaboration between Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald stands as a beacon of timeless elegance. Their duet, “The Lady Is A Tramp,” transcends eras, weaving a melodic tapestry that effortlessly blends Sinatra’s suave charm with Fitzgerald’s unparalleled vocal prowess.

Did You Know?

1. A Duet of Legends:

“The Lady Is A Tramp” emerged as a gem from the 1967 album “Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim,” where Sinatra and Fitzgerald joined forces to create a musical masterpiece. This collaboration brought together two giants of the jazz and swing genres.

2. Fitzgerald’s Swinging Entrance:

Ella Fitzgerald’s entrance into the song adds a layer of sophistication and depth, complementing Sinatra’s signature style. Her velvety voice dances with Sinatra’s smooth crooning, creating a harmonious blend that defines the essence of the song.

3. Sinatra’s Jazz Journey:

The track showcases Sinatra’s journey through the realms of jazz, a genre that became synonymous with his name. “The Lady Is A Tramp” exemplifies Sinatra’s ability to effortlessly adapt to different styles while maintaining his distinctive musical identity.

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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 crap games 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

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

I go to Coney, the beach is divine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I follow Winchell and read every 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 alone when I lower my lamp
That’s why the lady is a tramp