Текст песни Frank Zappa - 200 Years Old
Frank Zappa - 200 Years Old слова песни
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.