Zappa Frank lyrics
Zappa Frank lyrics
"Society Pages Lyrics"
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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
Snappy Kakkie Lyrics
Gibbons, Hill, Beard) 2:56 I say Hey! Snappy Kakkie! Do you wanna play? I say Hey! Snappy Kakkie! I said whatcha' say!
'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 lik
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
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
Gibbons, Hill, Beard) 2:56 I say Hey! Snappy Kakkie! Do you wanna play? I say Hey! Snappy Kakkie! I said whatcha' say!
'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 lik
Her Lyrics
Nobody's quite sure How it became But something so good Could become of this day But she's like a
e youNobody's quite sure How it became But something so good Could become of this day But she's like a
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
Pjaros En La Cabeza Lyrics
Miraba a la ventana y soaba con ser un astronauta pisando la luna y el cielo lo cruzaban galeones, delfines, cometas, falas. Y en la pizarra e
upMiraba a la ventana y soaba con ser un astronauta pisando la luna y el cielo lo cruzaban galeones, delfines, cometas, falas. Y en la pizarra e
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