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 gowns upon a bevy of high brows from down the levy all misfits

Puttin' on the ritz

That's where each and every lulu-belle goes

Every Sunday evening with her swell girls

Rubbin' elbows

Come let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks

And umbrellas in their mitts

Puttin' on the ritz