text: I met a girl in East LA
  In floral shorts as sweet as May
  She sang in eights in two Barrio 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
  I dont s... I dont s...
  Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America
  Americano
  Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America
  Americano
  Mis canciones son de la revolución
  Mi corazón me duele por mi generación
  If you love me, we can marry on the West Coast
  On a Wednesday, en un verano o en agosto
  I dont speak your
  I dont speak your language oh no 
  I dont speak your 
  I dont speak your Jesús Cristo 
  Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America
  Americano
  Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, 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 
  Todos los chicos , y los chicos 
  Se están besando 
  I dont speak your
  I dont speak your language oh no 
  I dont speak your 
  I dont speak your Jesús Cristo 
  I dont speak your 
  I dont speak your Americano 
  I dont speak your 
  I dont speak your Jesús Cristo 
  Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America
  Americano
  Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America
  Americano
  Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America
  Americano
  Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America
  Americano
  Dont you try to catch me
  Dont you try to catch me no, no, no, no
  Im living on the edge of
  Living on the edge of the law, law, law, law
  Dont you try to catch me
  Dont you try to get me no, no, no, no
  Dont you try to catch me
  Living on the edge of the law, law, law, law