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 div-i-ine
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

{instrumental interlude-chiefly guitar}

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

(Mecca, Mecca, Mecca)