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 orange
About 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 lips
Boy, shed be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustache
Shes two hundred years old
Squattin down & pockin up
In front of the juke box
Just like she had true religion.. boy!
Shes two hundred years old
Hoy!, hoy!, in 200 years,
Half of this, none of that,
One.. fifty.. oh squattin,
Yeah-ah, aint she got
Oohhh, 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.
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