Frank Zappa - 200 Years Old
I Was Sittin` In A Breakfast Room In Allentown, Pennsylvania,
Six O`clock In The Morning, Got Up Too Early, It Was A Terrible Mistake...
Sittin` There Face-to-face With A 75 Cent Glass Of Orange Juice
About As Big As My Finger And A Bowl Of Horribly Foreshortened Cornflakes,
And I Said To Myself: `this Is The Life!` . . .
She`s Two Hundred Years Old
So Mean She Couldn`t Grow No Lips
Boy, She`d Be In Trouble If She
Tried To Grow A Mustache
She`s Two Hundred Years Old
Squattin` Down & Pockin` Up
In Front Of The Juke Box
Like She Had True Religion, Boy
Like She Had True Religion
She`s Two Hundred Years Old
Hoy Hoy, 200 Years Old
Half Of This, None Of That,
One-fifty Oh Squattin`
Yeah-ah, Ain`t She Got
Religion Now, Boy
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