Karaoké The Ladies Who Lunch Company (comédie musicale) (Elaine Stritch)

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 'cos they've been sitting

Choosing a hat

Does anyone still wear a hat?

I'll drink to that

Here's to the girls who play 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

And one for Mahler

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

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 rise, rise, rise, rise, rise

Rise, rise, rise