The Ladies Who Lunch

[JOANNE]
Here's to the ladies who lunch—
Everybody laugh—
Lounging in their caftans and planning a brunch
On their own behalf

Off to the gym
Then to a fitting
Claiming they're fat
And looking grim
'Cause they've been sitting
Choosing a hat

Here's to the girls who stay smart—
Aren't they a gas?
Rushing to their classes in optical art
Wishing it would pass

Another long exhausting day
Another thousand dollars
A matinee, a Pinter play
Perhaps a piece of Mahler's—
I'll drink to that

Here's to the girls who play wife—
Aren't they too much?
Keeping house but clutching a copy of Life
Just to keep in touch

The ones who follow the rules
And meet thеmselves at the schools
Too busy to know that thеy're fools—
Aren't they a gem?
I'll drink to them!
Let's all drink to them!

And here's to the girls who just watch—
Aren't they the best?
When they get depressed, it's a bottle of Scotch
Plus a little jest

Another chance to disapprove
Another brilliant zinger
Another reason not to move
Another vodka stinger—
I'll drink to that

So here's to the girls on the go—
Everybody tries
Look into their eyes
And you'll see what they know:
Everybody dies

A toast to that invincible bunch
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch—
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch!
Everybody rise!

A toast to that invincible bunch
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch—
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch!
Everybody rise!
Everybody rise!
Everybody rise!