Americano

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…

I don’t… I don’t….

Aaaahhh America, Americano
Aaaahhh 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 el verano en agosto

I don’t speak your…
I don’t speak your…
Languagono

I don’t speak your…
I don’t speak your…
Jesus Cristo

Aaaahhh America, Americano
Aaaahhh America, Americano

I will fight for, I have fought for
How I love you (la la la)
I have cried, for I will die for
How I care (la la la)

In the mountains, las campanas
Están sonando
Todo los chicos, y los chicos
Se están besando

I don’t speak your…
I don’t speak your…
Languagono

I don’t speak your…
I don’t speak your…
Jesus Cristo

I don’t speak your…
I don’t speak your…
Americano

I don’t speak your…
I won’t speak your…
Jesus Cristo

Aaaahhh America, Americano
Aaaahhh America, Americano

Aaaahhh America, Americano
Aaaahhh 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 get me
No, no, no, no

Don’t you try to catch me
I’m living on the edge of the
Law, law, law, law