THE RITZ, ROLL AND ROCK

Ritz Roll and Rock, Ritz Roll and Rock, Ritz Roll and Rock
Ritz Roll and Rock, Wa-du-da,
Ritz Roll and Rock

The Rock and Roll is dead and gone,
For since the smart set took it on,
Because they found it much too tame,
They jazzed it up and changed the name.
And all they ever do all around the clock

Pa-rap-tap, is the Ritz Roll and Rock.

You see big bucks togged out in tails,
A wingin' with expensive quails,
And dowagers and diplomats
Behave like a bunch of alley cats.
And all they ever do all around the clock

Pa-rap-tap, is the Ritz Roll and Rock

These fancy fops and fillies
Throw swell affairs,
And make those hick hillbillies
Look like a big squares.

It's been at least about a year, they say,
Since any of the them ever ever hit the hay.
The dowagers and diplomats
Behave like a bunch of alley cats.

And all they ever do around the clock
Pa-rap-tap, is the Ritz Roll and Rock
Ritz Roll and Rock
Ritz Roll and Rock
Ritz Roll and Rock
Ritz Roll and Rock
Wa-du-da
Ritz Roll and Rock
Wa-du-da
Ritz Roll and Rock