The Tramp

I wrote this for my friend to cheer her up. It was an impulse thing so was wrote on my phone and sent it via Whats App to her as I was getting ready to head out for the day. Just to let you know she's not a tramp, she has a boyfriend of 3 years, and her parents are present and lovely. She doesn't have a son either. I thought this would give her a laugh anyway...


Oh Freya
She lives like a tramp,
She goes up to the bar
And she gets a drunk man.

They run to the toilets
Or out to the bushes,
Have a quick ride
And then off she rushes.

Her mother was one
Her father not known,
Sure he probably was
The milkman's son!

For years it went on
'Til she met a fine man,
The tramp fell in love
And gave tramping a ban.

She bore him a child
But then tongues started talking,
He found our her past
And then he started walking.

Oh Freya the tramp
With a young child beside her,
Went off on her own
'Twas the best thing for her.

She travelled the world
Her son was her saviour,
They sang for their money
And then finished their tour.

In Australia they settled
And there they lived grand,
They were happy and joyous
Loved the new land.

She'll never go back
To her tramping ways,
Her family is her life

Oh those were the days.