PUTTIN' ON THE RITZ
(Irving Berlin, 1929)

Have you seen the well-to-do
Upon Lennox Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air.

High hats and narrow 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
Why don't you go where Harlem flits
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 lulu-belle goes
every Thursday evening with her swell beaus
Rubbin' elbows.

Come with me and we'll attend the jubilee
And see them spend
Their last two-bits
Puttin' on the Ritz.

(Boys, look at that man puttin' on the Ritz)
(You look at him, I can't)

If you're blue
And you don't know where to go
Why don't you go where Harlem flits
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 lulu-belle goes
Every Thursday evening with her swell beaus
Rubbin' elbows

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

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

Sung by Harry Richman and Fred Astaire in 1929. Fred Astaire sang another version as well (to follow).