I met a girl in east LA in floral shorts as sweet as May She sang in eighths and two bodial chords We fell in love but not in court
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la
Ooh, America, Americano Ooh, America, Americano
Mis canciones son de la revolución Mi córazon me duele por mi generación
If you love me, we can marry on the west coast On a Wednesday en el verano en agosto
I don't speak your, I don't speak your language, oh no I don't speak your (won't speak your), I don't speak your (won't speak your) Jesús Cristo
Ooh, America, Americano Ooh, America, Americano
I will fight for, I have fought for how I love you I have cried for, I will die for how I care In the mountains, las campanas están sonando Los chicos (chicas), los chicos (chicas) están besando
I don't speak your, I don't speak your language, oh no I don't speak your, I won't speak your Jesús Cristo I don't speak your (won't speak your), I don't speak your (won't speak your) Americano I don't speak your (wont' speak your), I don't speak your (won't speak your) Jesús Cristo
Ooh, America, Americano Ooh, America, Americano Ooh, America, Americano Ooh, America, Americano
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 I'm living on the edge of the law, law, law, law