Londres

Juan says she's a funny kind of girl

Who sits on rooftops to escape the world

She smokes her cigarettes and keeps a journal

Dreaming of the day she'll fly to Londres

She lives with her folks in East L.A.

She goes up to Hollywood to hear bands play

She listens to Smiths cassettes and

Robos with her friends on Friday nights

Killin' time 'til the big flight

And she'll leave all the smog behind

As the 747 starts to climb away

In the big sky

And the Virgin Atlantic life

Will banish all the fear and all the strife

As it takes her to Londres

Some cholos shot Flaco yesterday

His wife has a little baby on the way

Last night she heard helicopters

It seems she hears them

Every other day

C'est muy mala suerte