Her ancient Egyptian eyes look out on to the barrio
Oo-oo, sha-la-la-la
You stack the magazines when you greet the others
Oo-oo, immigrant girl
Your grandmother gave you her Egyptian ring
Just to wear when you find a husband
And you see everything around this all American
In my heart, I see a memory
Maybe it was sometime in some other life
And I see that you are longing to be free
You knew to be everybody else’s (?)
You need to have everything you want in this American life
Oooooo-ooooo
Life is long in America
We don't live in a magazine stand
You see the sun go down on this dark old L.A. town