Puttin' On the Ritz

Puttin' On The Ritz - Leo Reisman

If you're blue and you don't know where to go to

Why don't you go where Harlem sits

Puttin' on the Ritz

Spangled gowns upon a bevy of high browns

From down the levee, all misfits

Puttin' on the Ritz

Why that's where each and every lulubelle goes

Every Thursday evening with her swell beau

Rubbing elbows

Come with me and we'll attend their jubilee

And see them spend their last two bits

Puttin' on the Ritz