Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 200 Years Old, artist - Frank Zappa. Date of issue: 01.10.1975
Song language: English
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 |