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