Her house has a doorman, mine has just a door
Her house has rich carpeting, mine, a splintered floor
Chandeliers hang from her ceiling, plaster falls from mine
Her daddy's a bank president, mine's on the welfare line

Juanita, nothin's gonna stop our love
Juanita, nothin's gonna stop our love

We'll build a mansion so high on the hill
We'll make it, baby, you know that we will

She's used to great big diamonds, so I take her to a baseball game
She's used to furs, so we go feed the squirrels on Lovеr's Lane
She's used to big, long automobilеs, so we ride on the bus
There ain't too much of what I've got, but it's enough for us