I met a girl in east LA
In floral shorts as sweet as May
She sang in eigths in two Barrio chords
We fell in love
But not in court
La la la la la la (x6)
Ahhhhh-americaaaa Americanoooo
Ahhhhh-americaaaa Americanoooo
Mis canciones son de la revolucion
Mi corazón me duele por mi generación
If you love me
We can marry
On the west coast
On a Wednesday
En un verano
En agosto
I don’t speak your
I don’t speak your
Languagono
I don’t speak your
I won’t speak your
Jesus Christo
Ahhhhh-americaaaa Americanoooo
Ahhhhh-americaaaa Americanoooo
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
Todos los chicos (chicas)
Y los chicos (chicas) están besando
I don’t speak your
I don’t speak your
Languagono
I don’t speak your
I won’t speak your
Jesus Christo
I don’t speak your
I don’t speak your
Americano
I don’t speak your
I won’t speak your
Jesus Christo
Ahhhhh-americaaaa Americanoooo
Ahhhhh-americaaaa Americanoooo
Ahhhhh-americaaaa Americanoooo
Ahhhhh-americaaaa Americanoooo
Don’t you try and catch me
Don’t you try and 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 and catch me
Don’t you try and get me
No no no no
Don’t you try and catch me
I’m living on the edge of the
Law law law law

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