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