Well we´re movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin 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 lotta tryin´,
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 nothin wrong with that.

Well we´re movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.