Tramp Filmography

• Station Zero (1999)
• Station Zero (1999)

Tramp Filmography

• Under California Stars (1948)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Tramp - ZZ Top
• Tramp - Steve Miller Band
• Tramp - Stranglers
• Tramp - Otis Redding
• Tramp - Buddy Guy
• Tramp - Foxy Brown
• Tramp - Remedy
• Tramp - Salt N Pepa
• Tramp - Bachman Turner Overdrive
• Tramp - The Stranglers
• Tramp - Rose Tattoo
• Tramp - Mungo Jerry
• Tramp - Carla Thomas
• Tramp - Blueprint
• Tramp - Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise

Tramp
You could call me that
I don't wear continental clothes
Stetson hats, sometimes
(????)
Heh heh
Momma would. Papa too.
I love this child. It is all I know how to do
Heh. Call me country
Right from the words.
I'll answer when you call me.
'Cause baby, if that makes you feel good
(???)
Momma would. Papa too.
I love this child. It is all I know how to do
Ha. Now whatever you call me,
Ha ha, I'll even go for that.
'Cause I keep a big, fat bank roll in my pocket, baby
And I'm personal friends with the dealer who owns all the dealerships of all the Cadillacs.
Ha ha!
(???)
Ma would. Papa too.
I love this child. It is all I know how to do
Come on child, let's play it
(???)

Tramp...
Tramp?
Thats right
Yeah, you can call me that
You know I don't wear continental clothes
No stetson hats
Ohhh, but I'm a lover
Yeah, you know my Mama was
Myyy Papa too
I'm not a child
Love is all I know to do
Country...
Country?
Yeah country
Straight from the woods
Yeah, you know you can call me that if it ah, makes you feel good
Oooh, but I'm just a lover
My Mama was
My Papa too
I'm not a child
Love is all I know to do
You must be some kind of country tramp
Country tramp?
Yeah, you're a country tramp
Oh, you can call me that, but you know you don't know me that well, see
You know cause I keep a pocketful of money
How much you got?
I got me three Cadillacs
Two spare tires
I just brought me a liqour store with a hot tub
And guess what girls?
It's ladies night!
Ohhh and I'm a lover
Oh yeah my Mama was
My Papa too
I'm not a child
Love is all I know to do
Yeah you can call me a tramp
Call me country
But you know what?
I'm a lover
My Mama was
My Papa was
Runs in the family, y'all
Oh yeah!
Love is all I wanna do
Mmmhmm

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 so fancy free
Searching for love in the call of the wild
Travelling lost like a child
Law has missed him every day
Doesn't need it anyway
Life is the next meal away
A lost woman long ago
Does she miss him does he know?
Does it matter in the snow?
Taking his time just like you just like me
Wandering so fancy free
Searching for love in the call of the wild
Travelling lost like a child
Taking his time just like you just like me
Wandering so fancy free
Searching for love in the call of the wild

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 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, grand ma was, 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, what 'bout me
My mama was, my papa too
I tell you one thing, well tell me
I'm the only son-of-a-gun, yeah
On, this side of 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 of some of that hair, baby

Tramp
What you call me?
Tramp
Oh 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, baby
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
They'll make you one
Oh, that's alright
And I'm the only son of a gun, yeah, this side of the sun
Tramp
That's right, that's what you are
(Incomprehensible)
You know what? I'm no 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
You're true about me
My Mama was, my Papa too
(Incomprehensible)
I tell you one thing
Well tell me
I'm the only son of a gun, yeah this side of the sun
Alright
You're a tramp, Otis
No I'm not
I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp
Don't call me 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 catch them, baby
Oh, you foolin'
You're still a tramp
That's alright
You a tramp, Otis, you just a tramp
That's alright
(Incomprehensible)
You wear overalls, you need a haircut, baby
(Incomprehensible)
Cut off some of that hair off your head

(Tramp)
Whatchu call me? (Tramp)
Whatchu call me? (Tramp)
Whatchu call me? (Tramp)
Whatchu call me?
Home girls, attention you must pay
So listen close to what I say
Don't take this as no simple rhyme
Because this type of shit happens all the time
Now, what would you do if a broke nigga came by?
Would you fuck him or would you deny?
Shit, it ain't like he don't know what we like
Just a little bit of ice, carats straight for life
Then maybe we could talk about us 'fuckin' tonight'
69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition
Is ya'll muthafuckers still pushin' expeditions?
Won't catch a bitch like Na Na rollin' in 'em
Small thing, bitch we own things
Give a fuck if my ice colors orange or sky blue
I fuck with you
(Tramp, tramp, tramp)

(Rose Tattoo)
Oh babe is such a tramp
Screamer creamer, a trick in the camp
You're sittin' on the fella's faces
Helpin' them live their wildest dreams
The seam in your jeans has disappeared
And I know where it's gone
Screamin' and dyin' deep inside
I know it's gone their alone
I know when you're wearin' a dress
You're not wearin' nothin' else
Except that cheeky smile on your face
Momma you got a certain sluttish grace
You're such a whore but your honesty glows
Like a badge you have won
You worn the boards right into the floor
You've only just begun
You're just a rag but you're not a bag
Indeed what makes me cry
Three hours later I'm a gammy leg, you're still waitin'
My balls are dry
The seam in your jeans has disappeared
And I know where it's gone
Screamin' and dyin' deep inside
I know it's gone their alone
Yes I know, yes I know, yes I know
I know it's gone their alone
Yes I know, yes I know, yes I know
I know it's gone their alone
Momma I'm a down
You got me down
Down on my knees and I'm screamin and dyin'
Down on my knees you got me screamin and cryin'
Ooh babe, Ooh babe
It ain't easy to take it mama

Homegirls, attention you must pay
So listen close to what I say
Don't take this as a simple rhyme
Cos this type of thing happens all of the time
Now, what would you do if a stranger said "Hi..."?
Would you diss him, or would you reply?
If you answer there is a chance
That you'll become a victim of circumstance
Am I right fellas? Tell the truth
Or else Imma have to show and prove
You are what you are, I am what I am
It just so happens that most men are tramps
Have you ever seen a dude who's stupid and rude
Whenever he's around he dogs your mood
I know a guy like that, girl
He thinks he's god's gift to the world
You know that kind, excited all the time
With nothin' but sex on the mind
I'm no stunt, on me you can't front
I know the real deal, I know what they want
It's me (why?) because I'm so sexy
It's me (what?) don't touch my body (boy)
Cos ya see, I ain't no skeezer
But on a real tip, I think he's a...tramp
On the first date he thought I was a dummy
He had the nerve to tell me he loved me
But of course I knew it was a lie, y'all
He undressed me with his eyeballs
Trying to change the whole subject
Cos everything he said pertained to sex
So I dissed him, I said you's a sucker
Get your dirty mind out the gutter
You ain't gettin' paid, you ain't knockin' boots
You ain't treatin' me like no prostitute
Then I walked away, he called me a teaser

1)Tramp
Have you got a quarter for me
Tramp
I'll even take a dime anytime
2) Standing on a corner
Living in the street
I got to made a living from
The people that I meet
I'm a tramp
Just a tramp
3) Spare change hand outs
Begging all the time
I need a story for a song
Some thoughts to put in line
Something good is something gained
Like reaching for a star
I'll get a healthy bank account
A suit and shiny car
Repeat 1
Repeat 3
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
I'm a tramp
Just a tramp
I'm a tramp
Just a tramp
I'm a tramp

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 so fancy free
Searching for love in the call of the wild
Travelling lost like a child
Law has missed him every day
Doesn't need it anyway
Life is the next meal away
A lost woman long ago
Does she miss him does he know?
Does it matter in the snow?
Taking his time just like you just like me
Wandering so fancy free
Searching for love in the call of the wild
Travelling lost like a child
Taking his time just like you just like me
Wandering so fancy free
Searching for love in the call of the wild
Travelling lost like a child

Oh babe is such a tramp
Screamer creamer, a trick in the camp
You're sittin' on the fella's faces
Helpin' them live their wildest dreams
The seam in your jeans has disappeared
And I know where it's gone
Screamin' and dyin' deep inside
I know it's gone their alone
I know when you're wearin' a dress
You're not wearin' nothin' else
Except that cheeky smile on your face
Momma you got a certain sluttish grace
You're such a whore but your honesty glows
Like a badge you have won
You worn the boards right into the floor
You've only just begun
You're just a rag but you're not a bag
Indeed what makes me cry
Three hours later I'm a gammy leg, you're still waitin'
My balls are dry
The seam in your jeans has disappeared
And I know where it's gone
Screamin' and dyin' deep inside
I know it's gone their alone
Yes I know, yes I know, yes I know
I know it's gone their alone
Yes I know, yes I know, yes I know
I know it's gone their alone
Momma I'm a down
You got me down
Down on my knees and I'm screamin and dyin'
Down on my knees you got me screamin and cryin'
Ooh babe, Ooh babe
It ain't easy to take it mama

The sun was low, and the shadow was cold,
On the pale drawn face, that was wrinkled and old,
A newspaper coat, hanging loose 'round his throat,
And the shoes on his feet, strips of leather tied up with rope,
His uncombed hair, and eyes that would stare,
At the people passing by, who didn't know or didn't care
Chorus:
This poor old man he's all alone,
He's got no money or no home of his own,
The back street's his kitchen,
The footpath's his hall,
And the chalk on the brick work,
Are the pictures on his wall,
He lays down his head,
On the pavement that's his bed,
And when he sleeps, his dreams fade away
He walks down the street, with his hands in his coat,
Looking down at his feet, for a dog-end he could smoke,
He thinks about food, good drinking and good fun,
As he searches through the dustbins, his life almost done

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-gone 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, ooooooohhh...I'm a
lover. Mama was. Papa too. I tell you one thing.
Well tell me.
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 find
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
some of that hair off your head. You think you a lover,

[Blueprint]
Yeah
Yeahhhhh, hahahahaha (Tramp!)
Some ol' 88 (Tramp!)
Ahh (Tramp!)
Can't fuck with that (Tramp!)
Ah-hah, I shoulda knew you was a (Tramp!)
I never shoulda fooled with you
I saw you walkin down the block, THEN, you was new
And too fly for you to not have a dude wit'chu
I made a bet with the fellas I'm scoopin you (Tramp!)
Got the number, now I'm thinkin I'm the smoothest dude
Like I'm super smooth, I was a stupid dude
I took you on the road with me, makin moves wit'chu
I bought you flowers, even ate Chinese food wit'chu (Tramp!)
I shoulda knew the scoop
Every week another dude says he copped a room wit'chu
First I was skeptical until they came through with proof
Then they told me all about the tattoos on you (Tramp!)
What did I do to you
Except tell you every day you were beautiful
But for you this is business as usual
Very little thought goes into choosin who you do it to (Tramp!)
Who woulda knew
That I was just another dumb dude you could use
I wasn't even concerned about losin you
You got me mixed up like a Rubix' Cube, you (Tramp!)
[Chorus: x2]
I fell in love with a (Tramp!)
Why you gotta act like a (Tramp!)
I can't deal with you actin fake
Get out my face you scandalous (Tramp!) (Tramp!)
[Interlude]
(Wants you right on home in your car) What they do?
(She wants you no whomever you are) What they be tryin to do?
(Wants you right on home in your car) Oh what else she do? What else?
(She wants you no whomever you are)
[Blueprint]
Ah-ha, huh, don't try to front youse a (Tramp!)
Yeah I know it's you
At the bar tryin to flirt with them older dudes
They love young girls, they goin crazy over you
You told your life story but you never told the truth (Tramp!)
At a bar where you go to school
Runnin game on a dude that don't know your moves
Got 'em comin out the pockets spendin dough on you
But 50/50 on a room is the most I would do (Tramp!)
If I call you out it's overdue
But I gotta set you up before exposin you
Fest said you never quit, I said so true
He told me I should ask you if you know Brew you (Tramp!)
C'mere for a minute, pull up a stool
I smiled, ordered a drink, acted sociable
Then asked if you know Brew, you said you don't know dude
Fest called you a liar, you said oh - Brew? (Tramp!)
There's no hope for you
Fest started laughin then he said see Pun I told you
I said I had to hear it comin from you
Cause if you boned Brew then you probably boned the whole crew you (Tramp!)
You said he was in love wit'chu
And that it happened way before I got up wit'chu
And that he hated on you cause he really wanted you
Cause you insisted that I'm the one you're loyal to
But this ain't about hate
This is about you bein fake
And tellin lie after lie until you're blue in the face
But I know the truth, cause Prism got you on tape you (Tramp!)

I was born on a farm in Alabama
And I was raised on God and Cane and old ways
But now I'm rollin' down the road in the Motor City
This is a tramp singin' a song about a tramp
Well I did some time blow my mind in Texas
And I fell in love down in Monterey
But now I'm rollin' down the road in the Motor City
This is a tramp singin' a song about a tramp
Oh Lord, I wasn't born here
And I pray to the Lord above I'll never die here
But now I'm rollin' down the road in the Motor City
This is a tramp singin' a song about a tramp
Oh like that river, I got to keep on rollin'
Like that river, got to keep on rollin'
Well, I spent some time on the sidewalks of New York City
And I toast some wine down in Harlem [Incomprehensible]
But now I'm rollin' down the road in the Motor City