Americano

I met a girl in East L.A.
In floral shorts as sweet as May
She sang in eighths, 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 don’t sp—
I don’t sp—
Ah, America, Americano
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, en agosto

I don’t speak your, I don’t speak your
Languagono (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
I don’t speak your (Won’t speak your)
I won’t speak your (Won’t speak your)
Jesús Cristo (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Ah, America, Americano
Ah, America, Americano

I will fight for
I have fought for how I love you (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
I have cried for
I will die for how I care (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)

In the mountains
Las campanas están sonando (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Todos los chicos y los chicos (Chicas, chicas)
Están besando (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)

I don’t speak your, I don’t speak your
Languagono (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
I don’t speak your, I won’t speak your
Jesús Cristo (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
I don’t speak your (Won’t speak your)
I won’t speak your (Won’t speak your)
Americano (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
I don’t speak your (Won’t speak your)
I won’t speak your (Won’t speak your)
Jesús Cristo (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Ah, America, Americano
Ah, America, Americano
Ah, America, Americano
Ah, 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