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.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa— I'll drink to that.
—Company, "The Ladies Who Lunch"
Her name is Lola
She was a showgirl
But that was thirty years ago, when they used to have a show
Now it's a disco, but not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half blind
She lost her youth, and she lost her Tony
And she lost her mind
—Barry Manilow, Copacabana