Puttin' On the Ritz

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