200 Years Old
Frank Zappa Lyrics


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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 & pockin' up
In front of the juke box
Like she had true religion, boy
Like she had true religion

She's two hundred years old
Hoy hoy, 200 years old
Half of this, none of that,
One-fifty oh squattin'




Yeah-ah, ain't she got
Religion now, boy

Overall Meaning

The Frank Zappa song "200 Years Old" is a humorous commentary on the modern human condition. The first verse describes Zappa's morning routine in a small, unremarkable town. He laments waking up too early and being served an unsatisfactory breakfast. However, even in this mundane situation, he decides that "This is the life!" - a subtle critique of the banality of modern existence.


The chorus of the song, "She's two hundred years old," refers to an unnamed woman who is presumably a regular patron of the breakfast room. Zappa describes her appearance as "mean" and suggests that she is so old that she cannot grow lips or a mustache. Despite this, she is seemingly devout, as she is seen squatting and pocketing in front of the jukebox as if she has "true religion." The song ends with a repetition of the chorus and a playful guitar riff.


Line by Line Meaning

I was sittin' in a breakfast room in Allentown, Pennsylvania,
I found myself in a breakfast room in Allentown, Pennsylvania.


Six o'clock in the morning, got up too early, it was a terrible mistake...
It was six in the morning and I was feeling that I got up too early and made a bad decision.


Sittin' there face-to-face with a 75 cent glass of orange juice
I found myself sitting in front of a glass of orange juice that cost 75 cents.


About as big as my finger and a bowl of horribly foreshortened cornflakes,
The glass of orange juice was tiny, and the bowl of cornflakes was not very satisfying.


And I said to myself: "This is the life!" . . .
Despite the breakfast, I still found myself content with my situation.


She's two hundred years old
The woman mentioned in the song is said to be two hundred years old.


So mean she couldn't grow no lips
The woman is described as so unkind that she can't even grow lips.


Boy, she'd be in trouble if she Tried to grow a mustache
The woman would face issues if she tried to grow a mustache.


Squattin' down & pockin' up In front of the juke box
The woman is seen squatting and poking in front of the jukebox.


Like she had true religion, boy Like she had true religion
The woman is displaying devotion and passion like someone who has true religious faith.


Hoy hoy, 200 years old Half of this, none of that, One-fifty oh squattin' Yeah-ah, ain't she got Religion now, boy
The woman's age is repeated, she's not phased by certain things and is always seen in a particular position; she is very devoted and therefore has a sense of religiosity.




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