Frank Zappa - Understanding America

200 Years Old

I was sittin' in a breakfast room in Allentown, Pennsylvania
Six o'clock in the morning, got up to 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 200 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
Just like she had True Religion, BOY!

She's two hundred years old
Hoy!, hoy!, in 200 years
Half of this, none of that

One, fifty, oh squattin'
Yeah-ah, ain't she got
Oohhh, she got religion now, boy

Oohhhh
Oohhhh, she's just mean
She just, she just can't grow no lips
Squat. down, so mean she can't grow no lips
200 years old, so mean she can't grow no lips

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Writer(s): Frank Zappa
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