"Tramp" by Carla Thomas

- Tramp. 
 - What cha call me? 
 - Tramp. 
 - Oh you didnt! 
 - You dont wear continental clothes or Stetson hats. 
 - But Ill tell ya one doggone thing. It makes me feel good
to know one thing. I know... Im a lover! 
 - Matter of opinion, baby. 
 - Huh? Thats alright, mama was. 
 - So? 
 - Papa too. 
 - Hmmmm. 
 - And I know this job, lovins all I know to do. 
 - Ya know what, Otis? 
 - What? 
 - Youre country! 
 - Thats alright. 
 - Youre straight from the Georgia woods. - Thats good. 
 - Ya know what? You wear overalls, big ole broke iron shoes
and ya need a haircut, tramp. - Haircut!!! Woman, you goofy.
Ooooo... whaaaa Im a lover. 
 - Yeah, huh. 
 - Mama was, right mama? Papa too. Ahhh thats alright. But,
Im the only son of a gun. 
 - Oh yeah? 
 - This side of town. Tramp??? 
 - Thats right, thats what ya are. 
 - Oh baby, rat cat like that. 
 - Youre a rat and a tramp! You know, Otis, I dont care what
ya say youre 
still a tramp. 
 - What? 
 - Thats right. You havent even got a 
fat bank roll in your pocket. You probably havent even got
twenty five cents. 
 - I got six Cadallacs, Five Lincolns, Four Fords, Six
Mercurys, Three T-Birds, Mustang, Ohhh woman, Im a lover. 
 - Huh, cant prove it by me. 
 - My mama was, my papa too. Im gonna tell ya one thing. 
 - So tell me. 
 - Im the only son of a gun, yeah, 
this side of the sun, alright. 
 - Youre a tramp, Otis, I dont care 
what you say, youre still a tramp. 
 - Dont call me that. 
 - Look here, you aint got no money. 
 - I got everythin. 
 - You cant buy me all those minks and sables and all that
stuff I want. 
 - I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrel, rabbit,
anything you want, woman. 
 - Look you can go out in the Georgia woods and catch them,
baby. 
 - Aaahhh, woman, you just goofy. 
 - Oh you still a tramp, a tramp. 
 - Thats alright. 
 - A tramp, Otis, you just a tramp. 
 - You wear overalls and ya need a haircut... 
O - Huh? A haircut?