Puttin' on the Ritz Songtext
von Peter Skellern

Have you seen the well-to-do
Up on Lenox Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air?
High hats and colored collars
White spats and fifteen dollars
Spending every dime
For a wonderful time

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 Lullabell goes
Every Thursday evening with her swell beaus rubbing elbows
Oh, come with me and we′ll attend
Their jubilee and see them spend
Their last two bits
Puttin' on the Ritz

Reuben treats his sweetie to
High brow drinks and oyster stew
Though he knows quite well his dash
Means six days unwarmed of hash
High spots today they′ll borrow
Dry spots will come tomorrow
But nobody cares
For now they're all millionaires

If you′re blue and you don't know where to go to
Why don′t you go where Harlem sits
Why don't you go where Harlem sits)
Puttin' on the Ritz? (Why don′t you go where Harlem sits)
Spangled gowns upon the bevy
Of high browns from down the levy
All misfits (Why don′t you go where Harlem sits)
Puttin' on the Ritz? (Why don′t you go where Harlem sits)
Puttin' on the Ritz? (Why don′t you go where Harlem sits)
Puttin' on the Ritz? (Why don′t you go where Harlem sits)
Puttin' on the Ritz?