Well, we're movin' on up to the east side, to a deluxe apartment in the sky. Movin' on up to the east side. We finally got a piece of the pie.
Fish don't fry in the kitchen; Beans don't burn on the grill. Took a whole lot o' tryin' just to get up that hill. Now we're up in the big leagues Gettin' our turn at bat. As long we live, It's you and me baby, There ain't nothin' wrong with that.
Well, we're movin' on up to the east side, to a deluxe apartment in the sky. Movin' on up to the east side. We finally got a piece of the pie.