Lyrics:

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)Steve vai (guitar)Tommy mars (keyboards)Arthur barrow (bass)Ed mann (percussion)David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)David logeman (drums)Craig steward (harmonica)Jimmy carl black (vocals)Ahmet zappa (vocals)Moon zappa (vocals)You''re the ol'' lady from the society pagesFrom a small town somewhere I used to beYou owned the paper and a bunch of other stuffThat didn''t appeal to meOl'' lady ol''ladyOl'' lady ol''ladyOl'' lady ol''ladyOl'' lady ol''ladyThe hostpital plans (yer brother drew ''em all)You ran the paper ''n charity ballEvery day on the third or fourth pageThere you was..you was quite the rageSomehow you was all kinda cheap ''n wrongJust like in a lotta small townsWhere folks like youHang around too longAnd pass out jobs to yer relatives ''n suchSo you all keeps a lot, ''n nobody elseEver gets too much...to speak of...So what? what can you say?So long as the trash gets picked upSo long as the trash gets locked upJust so the trash don''t stack upSome day you won''t be on page threeOr page four anymoreOl'' lady ol''ladyOl'' lady ol''ladyOl'' lady ol''ladyOl'' lady ol''ladyBy the grace of God you had a sonHe''s the one and only oneHe grew up and by and byHe came to be a beautiful guy