Neil Sterenberg - 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 Arrow 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 fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz

Different types who wear a day coat, pants with stripes
And cutaway coat, perfect fits
Puttin' on the Ritz

Dressed up like a million-dollar trouper
Trying mighty 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

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

All the sweet and pink bamboo
All kids drink oyster stew
Though he knows quite well a stash
Mean six days of party bash
High spats today they'll borrow
Dry smuts will come tomorrow
But nobody cares
For now, they're all teddy bears
If you're blue, and you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where Harlem flits
Putting on the Ritz

Spangled gowns upon the bevy of high browns
From down the levy, all misfits
Putting on the Ritz

That's where each and every Lulu-Belle goes
Every Thursday evening with their swell beaus
Rubbing elbows

Come with me and we'll attend their jubilee
And see them spend their last two bits
Putting on the Ritz