Frank Zappa - Society Pages текст песни

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)

Youre 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 didnt appeal to me

Ol lady ollady

Ol lady ollady

Ol lady ollady

Ol lady ollady

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 dont stack up

Some day you wont be on page three

Or page four anymore

Ol lady ollady

Ol lady ollady

Ol lady ollady

Ol lady ollady

By the grace of God you had a son

Hes the one and only one

He grew up and by and by

He came to be a beautiful guy