Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart - 200 Years Old (Carnegie Hall) lyrics
Frank Vincent Zappa [Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart - 200 Years Old Carnegie Hall 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
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