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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.
- Album:
- Road Tapes Venue #3
- Frank Zappa for President
- The Crux Of The Biscuit
- Little Dots
- Dance Me This
- Joe’s Camouflage
- Roxy By Proxy
- I’m the Slime
- A Token Of His Extreme
- Road Tapes Venue 2
- Mothermania
- Finer Moments
- Zappa In New York
- Absolutely Free
- Miscellaneous
- Bongo Fury
- Chungas Revenge
- Cruising With Ruben And The Jets
- Joes Garage Act I
- Just Another Band From L A