East L.A.

Me and lady sittin' on the bench tonight
Drinkin' warm beer in the soft summer air
Lookin' across the city at
Those starlit hills
Talkin' about those crazy rich people
Livin' up there on stilts

Must be somethin'
Must be somethin' to live that way

Well we're just across town
A couple hundred million miles away
Mmm, in East LA

Up early in the morning workin' nine to five
We both work full time but we survive
We go out weekends, have a pretty good time
We got lots of friends
We don't need to spend a dime

Tell me who's to say
Who's to say we don't do okay?

Well we're just across town
A couple hundred million miles away
Uh, in East LA

So I'm sorry if we can't stay
But it's well past midnight and
We've gotta work today
We gotta be on our way