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 its name

And all they do around the clock
Is the Ritz, roll and rock

You see big bucks togged out in tails
Wing-dinging with expensive quails
While dowagers and diplomats
Behave like bally alley cats

And all they do around the clock
Is the Ritz, roll and rock

These fancy fops and fillies throw swell affairs
And make those hick hillbillies look like square
It's been at least a year, they say
Since any of them hit the hay

And all they do around the clock
Is the Ritz, roll and rock