Stephen Sondheim - The Ladies Who Lunch lyrics

I'd like to propose a toast. 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. Does anyone still wear a hat? I'll drink to that. And here's to the girls who play smart- Aren't they a gas? Rushing to their cla**es in optical art, Wishing it would pa**. Another long exhausting day, Another thousand dollars. A matinee, a Pinter play, Perhaps a piece of Mahler's. I'll drink to that. And one for Mahler! And 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 themselves at the schools, Too busy to know that they'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. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! 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 dinosaur surviving the crunch. Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch- Everybody rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!