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

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 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
Aah!
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