[Verse 1]
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… "
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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
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… "
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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
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