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?