200 Years Old Lyrics by Frank Zappa

200 Years Old

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 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
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.