Puttin' on the Ritz Songtext
von Irving Berlin
Puttin' on the Ritz Songtext
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 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
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 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
Writer(s): Irving Berlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
