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.