Frank Zappa - 200 Years Old Lyrics
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)Captain beefheart (harp, vocals)George duke (keyboards, vocals)Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)Bruce fowler (trombone)Tom fowler (bass)Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)Chester thompson (drums)I was sittin in a breakfast room in allentown, pennsylvania, six oclock in the morning, got up to early, it was a terrible mistake... sittin there face-to-face with a 75 cent glass of orangeAbout as big as my finger and a bowl of horribly foreshortened cornflakes, and I said to myself: this is the life!...Shes 200 years old,So mean, she couldnt grow no lipsBoy, shed be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustacheShes two hundred years oldSquattin down & pockin upIn front of the juke boxJust like she had true religion.. boy!Shes two hundred years oldHoy!, hoy!, in 200 years,Half of this, none of that,One.. fifty.. oh squattin,Yeah-ah, aint she gotOohhh, she got religion now, boy.Oohhhh, ? ? ? ? ? ?Oohhhh, shes just mean,She just, she just cant grow no lips.Squat.. down, so mean she cant grow no lips.200 years old, so mean she cant grow no lips.
