Song Lyrics

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 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!

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 us 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.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
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!
Rise!

David C. Rakowski, Stephen Sondheim

The duration of The Ladies Who Lunch [From Company] is 4:47 minutes and seconds.