Lyrics Blue Skies - Fred Astaire

Blue Skies

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 narrow collars
White spats and fifteen dollars
Spending every dime
For a wonderful time
Now, if you’re blue
And you don’t know where to go to
Why don’t you go where Harlem flits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Spangled Gowns upon the bevy of
High browns from down the levy
Always spits
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
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(Boys, look at that man puttin' on that Ritz)
Now, if you’re blue
And you don’t know where to go to
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 that certain Ritz
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