200 Years Old |
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200 Years Old Lyrics |
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Captain Beefheart (harp, vocals) George Duke (keyboards, vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Tom Fowler (bass) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) Chester Thompson (drums) 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. |
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