Lyric 200 Years Old

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.