Dressed up like a million dollar trooper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper, super-duper
Come, let’s mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or “umberellas” in their mitts
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Have you seen the well-to-do up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare with their noses in the air
High hats and narrow collars, white spats and lots of 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 spits? Puttin’ on the Ritz
Spangled gowns upon the bevy of high brows
From down the levy, all misfits, puttin’ on the Ritz
That’s where each and every lulu-belle goes
Every Thursday evening in her swell clothes
Rubbin’ elbows, come with me and we’ll attend their jubilee
And see them spend their last two bits. Puttin’ on the Ritz