Captain Beefheart 200 Years Old Lyrics

200 Years Old Lyrics

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.