I live on the west side, 
She lives on the east side of the stree-ee-eet 
And though they say
That east is east 
And west is west 
And never the twain shall meet 
Each morning I face her window 
And pray that our love can be 
'Cause that brownstone house where my baby lives 
Is Mecca (Mecca, Mecca, Mecca) 
Mecca (Mecca, Mecca) to me-e-e-e-e-e. 

Oh she's my dream goddess 
And her ruby lips are so divine 
And though her folks say 
We're too young to know of love 
I worship at her shrine 
Each morning I face her window 
And pray that our love can be 
'Cause that brownstone house where my baby lives 
Is Mecca (Mecca, Mecca, Mecca) 
Mecca (Mecca, Mecca) to me-e-e-e-e-e. 

Each morning I face her window 
And pray that our love can be 
'Cause that brownstone house where my baby lives 
Is Mecca (Mecca, Mecca, Mecca) Mecca (Mecca, Mecca) to me-e-e-e-e-e.