The Laideis Who Retch by A Wilhelm Scream
Talk: I'd Like To Purpose a Toast.
Here's To The Ladies Who Lunch,
Lounging in their caftans & 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.
Talk: Does Anyone still wear a hat?
Ill drink to that.
And here's to the girls who stay 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 Girl 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 disaprove,
Another brilliant zinger.
Another reason not to move,
Another vodka stinger.
I'll Drink to that.
So heres to the girls on the go.
Look into their eyes & you'll see what they know.
A toast to that invincable bunch.
The dinasour surving the crunch.
Lets hear it for the ladies who lunch,
- A Wilhelm Scream
- The Laideis Who Retch Lyrics