Society Pages

Zappa Frank

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