two songs – two eras – same kinda girl – and man did my mom love sinatra


she only wears it because it makes her look pretty

I love  Sinatra’s version of The Lady is a Tramp.” I love the kind of girl and person it  represents. When  I told my daughter that the song I’d recommend for her Debutante dance be that song it puzzled her and everyone else.” Why would you choose that one daddy. I’m a tramp?” Well…read and listen more  closely. Then it dawned on  me that another favorite of mine was “Meet  Virginia” and for the very same reason.

On one of the first dates with  my wife at about eleven at night and before dessert, she ordered coffee. I was a junior in  college and had never heard of anyone having coffee in the middle of the night and before dessert. I know  it’s done, I am saying to me  at the time it was quirky. I liked it. A “tangential kinda person.” “Edgy” ” I don’t roll that way” ” Beat of a different drum” “I do what in the hell I want to do”  ” Comfortable in My skin”

The songs represent the very same person….”Hates California (of course everybody else loves it-an Emperor’s clothing concept you see)… it’s too cold and it’s damp…..that’s why the lady’s a tramp.” Too good.

I took my mother and daughter to  see  Frank on two occasions in the 90’s and it was something else to see age  groups of all ages from my mother to college kids (that got it) dancing in the aisles and just lovin it.

I hope that “The Tramp” will be the song my daughter will  let us dance to at her wedding and I hope to practice  with her in advance so that the dance will do homage to the song and the event. I mean dance to it just like my mother danced to  it. I can see her in New York, in the 40’s, in a Coast Guard uniform, in love, full of life and with the hopeful and  fruitful prospect of the life ahead.

Once again mom….thanks for teaching me  Frank.

“Meet Virginia”

She doesn’t own a dress

Her hair is always a mess,

You catch her stealin’ she won’t confess

She’s Beautiful.

Smokes a pack a day, but wait,

That’s me, but anyway

She doesn’t care a thing

About that hair,

She thinks I’m beautiful

Meet Virginia

She never compromises,

Loves babies and surprises,

wears high heels when

she exercises

Ain’t it beautiful

Meet Virginia

Well she wants to be the Queen

Then she thinks about her scene

Pulls her hair back as she screams

“I don’t really wanna be the Queen”

Daddy wrestles alligators

Mama works on carburetors

Her brother is a fine mediator

For the president

And here she is again on the phone

just like me hates to be alone

we just like to sit at home

and rip on the President

Meet Virginia, Mmmm…

Well she wants to live her life

Then she thinks about her life

Pulls her hair back, as she screams

“I don’t really wanna live this life”

She only drinks coffee at midnight

When the moment is not right

Her timing is quite, unusual

You see her confidence is tragic, but her

Intuition magic And the shape of her body?

Unusual

Meet Virgina I can’t wait to

Meet Virginia, yeah e yeah hey hey hey

Well she wants to be the queen and

then she thinks about her scene

Well she wants to live her life

then she thinks about her life

Pulls her hair back as she screams

“I don’t really wanna be the queen”

I, I don’t really wanna be the queen

I, I don’t really wanna be the queen

I, I don’t really wanna live this

The Lady is a Tramp

Writer(s): Rodgers/Hart

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight

She loves the theater, but doesn’t come late

She’d never bother, with people she’d hate

That’s why the lady is a tramp

Doesn’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 those girls

That’s why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair

Life without care

She’s broke, but it’s o’k

She hates California, it’s cold and it’s damp

That’s why the lady is a tramp

Doesn’t like dice games, with sharpies and frauds

Won’t go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords

Won’t dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads

That’s why the lady is a tramp

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