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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robbie Williams
Robbie Williams
Vocals
Richard Flack
Richard Flack
Programming
Steve Sidwell
Steve Sidwell
Conductor
Bernie Dresel
Bernie Dresel
Drums
Trey Henry
Trey Henry
Upright Bass
George Doering
George Doering
Guitar
Jim Cox
Jim Cox
Piano
Andrew Martin
Andrew Martin
Trombone
Brian Scanlon
Brian Scanlon
Saxophone
Charlie Morillas
Charlie Morillas
Trombone
Chuck Findley
Chuck Findley
Trumpet
Craig Gosnell
Craig Gosnell
Bass Trombone
Daniel Fornero
Daniel Fornero
Trumpet
Eric Marienthal
Eric Marienthal
Saxophone
Francisco Torres
Francisco Torres
Trombone
Jay Mason
Jay Mason
Saxophone
Jeff Bunnell
Jeff Bunnell
Trumpet
London Session Orchestra
London Session Orchestra
Strings
Sal Lozano
Sal Lozano
Saxophone
Tom Scott
Tom Scott
Saxophone
Wayne Bergeron
Wayne Bergeron
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Irving Berlin
Irving Berlin
Composer
Steve Sidwell
Steve Sidwell
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guy Chambers
Guy Chambers
Producer
Al Schmitt
Al Schmitt
Mixing Engineer
Richard Flack
Richard Flack
Recording Engineer
Steve Price
Steve Price
Recording Engineer
Tony Cousins
Tony Cousins
Mastering Engineer
Steve Genewick
Steve Genewick
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Have you seen the well-to-do
Up on Lenox Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air
High hats and arrowed collars
White spats and fifteen dollars
Spendin' every dime
On a wonderful time
[Verse 2]
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 up on the bevy of high browns
From down the levee, all misfits
Oh, puttin' on the Ritz
[Verse 3]
And that's where each and every lulu bell goes
Every Thursday evening with her swell beaus
Rubbin' elbows
[Verse 4]
Come with me and we'll attend the jubilee
And see them spend their last two bits
Puttin' on the Ritz
[Verse 5]
Have you seen the well-to-do
Up on Lenox Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air
[Verse 6]
High hats and arrowed collars
White spats and fifteen dollars
Spendin' every dime
For a wonderful time
[Verse 7]
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
Spangled gowns up on the bevy of high browns
From down the levee, all misfits
Puttin' on the Ritz
[Verse 8]
That's where each and every lulu bell goes
Every Thursday evening with her swell beaus
Rubbin' elbows
[Verse 9]
Come with me and we'll attend the jubilee
See them spend their last two bits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Written by: Irving Berlin
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