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