Brittany: Ah, uh huh. Eleanor: Oh girl, wake up! He's no true blue. Face it honey, he's a dog. And what he's got, no flee collar's gonna fix. Brittany: Uh, I know. He's a tramp, but they love him Breaks a new heart every day He's a tramp, they adore him And I The Chipettes: Only hope he'll stay that way Brittany: He's a tramp (he's a tramp) He's a scoundrel (uh huh) He's a rounder (yes he is) He's a cad (bad boy) He's a tramp, but I love him Yes, and even I have got it pretty bad Jeanette & Eleanor: He's a tramp, he's a tramp, he's a tramp, woah