| Song | 200 Years Old |
| Artist | Frank Zappa |
| Album | Bongo Fury |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Zappa | |
| Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) | |
| 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 | |
| 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. |
| zuo ci : Zappa | |
| Frank zappa lead guitar, vocals | |
| 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 facetoface with a 75 cent glass of orange | |
| 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', | |
| Yeahah, 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. |
| zuò cí : Zappa | |
| Frank zappa lead guitar, vocals | |
| 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 facetoface with a 75 cent glass of orange | |
| 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', | |
| Yeahah, 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. |