Le sporting-club de Monte Carlo (for Lena Horne)

The lady is a tramp a camp a lamp The lady is a sight a might a light the lady devastated an alley or two reverberated through the valley which leads to me, and you the lady is the apple of God's eye: He's cool enough about it but He tends to strut a little when she passes by the lady is a wonder daughter of the thunder smashing cages legislating rages with the voice of ages singing us through.