I met a girl in east LA
In floral shorts as sweet as May
She sang in eights in two Barrio chords
We fell in love, but not in court

La-la-la-la-la-la (x6)

I don´t sp-...
I don´t sp-...

Ahhhhh -americaaaa americanoooo
Ahhhhh -americaaaa americanoooo

Mis canciones son de la re-revolución
Mi corazón me duele por mi generación
If you love me, we can marry, on the west coast,
On a Wednesday, en un verano, en agosto

I don´t speak your,
I don´t speak your languagono (La-la-la-la-la-la)
I don´t speak your,
I won´t speak your Jesus Christo (La-la-la-la-la-la)

Ahhhhh -americaaaa americanoooo
Ahhhhh -americaaaa americanoooo

I will fight for, I have fought for how I love you (La-la-la-la-la-la)
I have cried for, I will die for, how I care (La-la-la-la-la-la)
In the mountains, las campanas están sonando (La-la-la-la-la-la)
Todos los chicos (Chicas) y los chicos (Chicas), están besando (La-la-la-la-la-la)

I don´t speak your,
I don´t speak your languagono (La-la-la-la-la-la)
I don´t speak your,
I won´t speak your Jesus Christo (La-la-la-la-la-la)
I don´t speak your,
I don´t speak your Americano (La-la-la-la-la-la)
I don´t speak your,
I won´t speak your Jesus Christo (La-la-la-la-la-la)

Ahhhhh -americaaaa americanoooo
Ahhhhh -americaaaa americanoooo
Ahhhhh -americaaaa americanoooo
Ahhhhh -americaaaa americanoooo

Don´t you try to catch me
Don´t you try to catch me
No, no, no, no
I´m living on the edge of
Living on the edge of the law, law, law, law

Don´t you try to catch me
Don´t you try to catch me
No, no, no, no
I´m living on the edge of
Living on the edge of the law, law law, law