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.
Getting our turn at bat,
As long as we're living, it's you and me baby.
And 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.
Writer(s): Frederick J. Perren, Curtis James Jackson, Leon Ware, Christine Yarian Perren
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