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"Puttin on the Ritz" by Taco (Performed by Santiago)

I walk back behind the bar and walk back out a few moments later in a full tuxedo, top hat and cane again. Walking up onto the stage, my heels clicking on the floor from the taps as I walked, accenting my movements as electronic music begins.

I start with my back to the audience.
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.

I turn around and put my hand to the rim of my hat, strutting slowly across the stage.
Different types who wear a day coat, pants with stripes
And cutaway coat, perfect fits,
Puttin' on the ritz.

I look over and point my cane at Vittorio.
Dressed up like a million dollar trouper
The I twirl the cane and tuck it under my arm.
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper
You hear Eleni's voice from off stage (super duper)

I motion with my arm as I turn my body once around in a circle.
Come let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks
Armand tosses me an umbrella.
Or "umberellas" in their mitts,
Puttin' on the ritz.

I toss the umbrella to Eleni and motion with my hand, my palm down, fingers spread wide like I'm trying to help them imagine an image.
Have you seen the well-to-do up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare with their noses in the air

I pull a wad of dollars out of my pocket and bend them over letting them shuffle out of my hand into the air as Eleni runs up and grabs my arm, I make to whisper in her ear.
High hats and Arrow collars white spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime for a wonderful time

I slowly sidestep down the steps of the stage and into the audience.
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.

Putting my back against Laurent's I sing over my shoulder to him.
Different types who wear a day coat, pants with stripes
And cutaway coat, perfect fits,
Puttin' on the ritz.

I take my hat off and put it on Laurent then point with my thumb over my shoulder at Nicolas who tilts his head at me and puts his hands on his hips.
Dressed up like a million dollar trouper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper
You hear Eleni's voice from the stage (super duper)

I walk back to the stage and Eleni who takes my cane and hands me an umbrella. To which I look at and we switch items back.
Come let's mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks
Or "umberellas" in their mitts,
Puttin' on the ritz.

Tossing my cane to Armand you notice that I walk across the stage, tap dancing as I walk, my arms tucked behind my back.

I get to the end of the stage, turn and walk back quickly to the center.
Dressed up like a million dollar trouper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper
You hear Eleni's voice from off stage (super duper)

A bright blue spot light turns on and shines on several of the mortals sitting around at the tables.
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.
Puttin' on the ritz.
Puttin' on the ritz.
Puttin' on the ritzzzzz.

I point at them and then motion my hand for them to stand.
Move.
I want you to, move.

My eyes go to Nicolas and Laurent. I wave my hand like I'm casting a spell on them. They both begin to dance where they are.
Gotta dance.
Gotta... dance.

I pick up the mic at the end of the stage, it alters my voice so it sounds like I'm speaking through a radio. The other immortals begin walking around, their heels clicking on the floor.
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.

The lights on the stage go dark and when they snap back on a second later, I'm leaning against the bar again, back in just the leather pants.

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