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 pages
From a small town somewhere
I used to be
You owned the paper and a bunch of other stuff
That didn't appeal to me
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
The hostpital plans
Yer brother drew 'em all
You ran the paper 'n charity ball
Every day on the third or fourth page
There you was you was quite the rage
Somehow you was all kinda cheap 'n wrong
Just like in a lotta small towns
Where folks like you
Hang around too long
And pass out jobs to yer relatives 'n such
So you all keeps a lot 'n nobody else
Ever gets too much to speak of
So what what can you say
So long as the trash gets picked up
So long as the trash gets locked up
Just so the trash don't stack up
Some day you won't be on page three
Or page four anymore
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
By the grace of
God you had a son
He's the one and only one
He grew up and by and by
He came to be a beautiful guy
