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   You think you're a lover, huh?