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
