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