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 the bevy of high browns
From down the levy, all misfits
Puttin' on the Ritz

That's where each and every lulu-belle goes
Every Thursday evening with her swell beaus rubbin' elbows

Come with me and we'll attend their jubilee
And see them spend their last two bits
Puttin' on the Ritz



Credits
Writer(s): Irving Berlin
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