200 Years Old (Unedited Version) - SA3 Remaster

Words and Music © 1975 by Frank Zappa
Published by Munchkin Music (ASCAP)

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Lyrics:
200 Years Old

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 poured-shortening 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)

Where’s the stumbler gonna go to watch the lights turn blue?
Well right down the village inn
Squatting’ down and popping’ up by the jukebox
Aww, that’s what a stumbler’s gonna do
Talking’ about
Talking’ about me and you
What’s this scumbag gonna do?

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 had true religion, boy
Hoy, Hoy, it's 200 years
Half of this, none of that
150, oh squat, yeah, oh, she now
Ohh, She got religion now, boy

Oh, she's 200 years old
Oh, she’s so mean
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

Those who play this:
Frank Zappa : Guitar, Lead Vocal, Producer
Captain Beefheart : Vocals, Harmonica
George Duke : Piano
Tom Fowler : Bass
Chester Thompson : Drums
Engineered by Kerry McNabb