Society Pages (Live Broadcast 1980)

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 hospital plans, your brother drew 'em all
You ran the paper in the charity ball
Every day on the third or fourth page
There you was, you was quite the rage

Somehow you was all kinda cheap and wrong
Just like in a lotta small towns
Where folks like you
Hang around too long
And pass out jobs to your relatives and such
So you all keeps a lot and 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