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
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
I don't speak your, I don't speak your Americano
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
Ooh, America, Americano
Ooh, America, Americano
(Letra)
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
I don't speak your, I don't speak your Americano
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
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