Meanwhile, on Wall Street . . . 

On the Planet of the Baritone Women 
They talk low 
'Bout stuff they know. 

They sing "Oooh!" 
And laugh at you 
(Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! Hey!) 

If you can't 
(IF YOU CAN'T) 
Do it too 
(DO IT TOO) 
(Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! Hey!) 

They sing "Li-Li-Li-Li!" 
They sing "Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo!" 
The men carry purses 
Wherever they go 

Junior executives. 
All in a row, 
Watch the Baritone Women 
Do the Baritone show 
(Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! Hey!) 

They sing about wheat; 
They sing about corn; 
They sing about places 
Where women was born 

They sing about hate! 
They sing about fear! 
It seems like they all got 
pretty good ear 
(Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! Hey!) 

They sing it in harmony 
Not often heard, 
With a big ol' cadenza . . . 
(Robert Martin, from Philadelphia, 
Curtis Institute graduate, 1971 
Let's hear it for him!) 
On every long word 

They keep it as low 
As they possibly can, 
And sometimes they walk 
Like an E-GYP-TIAN 
(Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah! Hey!) 

They do choreography 
Still more unique! 
They leave their legs open 
Whenever they speak! 

They roll their eyes upward 
And over again, 
And slam their legs closed 
When they sing about men! 

Those Baritone Women! 
They are not your friend! 
(Ah-ha-ha-ha-hah!) 

You will make a mistake 
If you go there again!