Difference between revisions of "200 Years Old"
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| − | I was sitting in a breakfast room in Allentown, Pennsylvania . . .<br /> | + | I was sitting in a breakfast room in Allentown, Pennsylvania ...<br /> |
| − | Six o'clock in the morning . . . <br /> | + | Six o'clock in the morning ... <br /> |
| − | Got up too early . . .<br /> | + | Got up too early ...<br /> |
| − | It was a terrible mistake . . .<br /> | + | It was a terrible mistake ...<br /> |
Sittin' there face-to-face with a<br /> | Sittin' there face-to-face with a<br /> | ||
75¢ glass of orange juice<br /> | 75¢ glass of orange juice<br /> | ||
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And a bowl of horribly fore-shortened corn flakes<br /> | And a bowl of horribly fore-shortened corn flakes<br /> | ||
And I said to myself<br /> | And I said to myself<br /> | ||
| − | <i>"This is the life . . . "</i><br /> | + | <i>"This is the life ..."</i><br /> |
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She's 200 years old<br /> | She's 200 years old<br /> | ||
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She's 200 years old<br /> | She's 200 years old<br /> | ||
So mean she couldn't grow no lips<br /> | So mean she couldn't grow no lips<br /> | ||
| − | <i>(Boy, she'd be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustache . . . )</i><br /> | + | <i>(Boy, she'd be in trouble if she tried to grow a mustache ...)</i><br /> |
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She's 200 years old<br /> | She's 200 years old<br /> | ||
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Boy, boy, it's 200 years<br /> | Boy, boy, it's 200 years<br /> | ||
Half of this, none of that<br /> | Half of this, none of that<br /> | ||
| − | Was 50 . . . <br /> | + | Was 50 ... <br /> |
Oh squat, yeah, oh, now<br /> | Oh squat, yeah, oh, now<br /> | ||
She got religion now, boy<br /> | She got religion now, boy<br /> | ||
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Can't grow no lips<br /> | Can't grow no lips<br /> | ||
200 years old<br /> | 200 years old<br /> | ||
| − | Whaddya mean she can't grow no lips . . .<br /> | + | Whaddya mean she can't grow no lips ...<br /> |
Squattin' down<br /> | Squattin' down<br /> | ||
Poppin' up 'n down at the juke box<br /> | Poppin' up 'n down at the juke box<br /> | ||
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She got the true religion, boy<br /> | She got the true religion, boy<br /> | ||
Boy | Boy | ||
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| + | ==Records On Which This Song Has Appeared== | ||
| + | ===Singles=== | ||
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| + | ===Zappa Albums & Side Projects=== | ||
| + | '''[[:Category:Original Albums|Original Albums]]''' | ||
| + | *[[Bongo Fury]] | ||
| + | '''[[:Category:Beat The Boots|Beat The Boots]]''' | ||
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| + | '''[[:Category:Compilations|Compilations]]''' | ||
| + | *[[Understanding America]] | ||
| + | <br>-<br> | ||
| + | '''[[:Category:Unauthorized Compilations|Unauthorized Compilations]]''' | ||
| + | <br>-<br> | ||
| + | '''[[:Category:Samplers And Promos|Samplers And Promos]]''' | ||
| + | <br>-<br> | ||
| + | '''[[:Category:Special Editions|Special Editions]]''' | ||
| + | <br>-<br> | ||
| + | '''[[:Category:Miscellaneous|Miscellaneous]]''' | ||
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===Tribute & Cover Albums=== | ===Tribute & Cover Albums=== | ||
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==Notes About This Song== | ==Notes About This Song== | ||
==CC Clues In This Song== | ==CC Clues In This Song== | ||
[[Category:Tracks]] | [[Category:Tracks]] | ||
Latest revision as of 09:05, 8 December 2021
Lyrics
I was sitting 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¢ glass of orange juice
About as big as my finger
And a bowl of horribly fore-shortened corn flakes
And I said to myself
"This is the life ..."
She's 200 years old
So mean she couldn't grow no lips
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 200 years old
Squatting down
And poppin' up
In front of the juke box
Like she had true religion
Boy
She's 200 years old
Squattin' down
Poppin' up
Front o' the juke box
Just like she'd had true religion
Boy
Boy, boy, it's 200 years
Half of this, none of that
Was 50 ...
Oh squat, yeah, oh, now
She got religion now, boy
Oh, she's 200 years old
Oh, she told me
She just, she just can't grow no lips
Squat
Down
So mean she
Can't grow no lips
200 years old
Whaddya mean she can't grow no lips ...
Squattin' down
Poppin' up 'n down at the juke box
OWW!
She got the true religion, boy
Boy
Records On Which This Song Has Appeared
Singles
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Zappa Albums & Side Projects
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Unauthorized Compilations
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Samplers And Promos
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Special Editions
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Miscellaneous
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