I was sittin' 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 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 two hundred 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