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
