Paroles: Rufus Wainwright. 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

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

If you're blue, and you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where fashion sits?

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, puttin' on the ritz
Puttin' on the ritz, puttin' on the ritz!