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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