Lyrics:

If you're blue, and you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where fashion sits?
Puttin' on the Ritz
Different types, whoever they called
Pants with stripes and cut-away coat, perfect fit
Puttin' on the Ritz
That's where each and every Lulu-Belle goes
Every Sunday evening, with their swell beaus
Rubbin' elbows
Come, let's mix where Rockefellers walk
With sticks and umbrellas, in their midst
Puttin' on the Ritz
If you're blue, and you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where fashion sits?
Different types, whoever they called
And pants with stripes and cut-away coats that fit
That's where each and every Lulu-Belle goes
Every Sunday evening, with their swell beaus
Rubbin' elbows
Come, let's mix where Rockefellers walk
With sticks and umbrellas, in their midst
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz!