Lyrics:

So, 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 who wear a day coat, pants with stripes and cutaway coats, perfect fits
Mmm, puttin' on the Ritz
That's where each and every little Lulu Bell goes
Every Sunday evening with their swell clothes, rubbing elbows
Come, let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks and umbrellas in their mitts
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?
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz
Puttin' on the Ritz