songs
We’re a movin’ on up,
To the east side.
To a de-luxe apartment,
In the sky.
Mo-vin’ on up
To the east side,
We finally got a piece of the pie.
Fish don’t fry in the kitchen,
Beans don’t burn on the grill.
Took a whole lot of trying
Just to get up that hill.
Now we’re up in the big leagues,
Gettin’ our turn at bat.
As long as we live
It’s you and me baby.
There ain’t nothing wrong with that
To the east side.
To a de-luxe apartment,
In the sky.
Mo-vin’ on up
To the east side,
We finally got a piece of the pie.
Fish don’t fry in the kitchen,
Beans don’t burn on the grill.
Took a whole lot of trying
Just to get up that hill.
Now we’re up in the big leagues,
Gettin’ our turn at bat.
As long as we live
It’s you and me baby.
There ain’t nothing wrong with that