Me and lady sittin on the bench tonight

Drinkin' warm beer in the soft summer air

Lookin' across the city those starlit hills

Talkin' about those crazy rich people livin' up there on stilts



Must be somethin'

Must be something to live that way

Well we're just across town

A couple of hundred million miles away

In east L.A.



Up early in the morning workin' 9 to 5

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

Who's to say

Who's to say we don't do okay



Well we're just across town

A couple of hundred million miles away

In East L.A.



So I'm sorry if we can't stay

But it's past midnight and we gotta work today

We gotta be on our way