Puttin’ on the Ritz

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 highbrows 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 beaux
Rubbing elbows

Come with me and we'll attend
Their jubilee and see 'em spend
Their last two bits
Puttin' on the Ritz