Wrong Moose Bandit
My mamá said that we are running out of bread
Minutes & minutes till we're ready for our supper
So I floored my Cadillac
Left the ranch behind my back
And drove into the sunset
So there I go, to the country store
Speed limit's 25, my tires burning at 99
Tick-tock a quarter to 4
Gotta catch the open door
But there was the police patrol
Catch that bandit son
Before he gets away
Catch that bandit, run
Down that dusty highway
My papá said to be aware of the patrol
They were slow so I got the bread and was ready to go
But there was this cabrón stealing señorita's son
Joder! Something must be done
The chase was on
I tried to catch him, I tried to catch him
I put the pedal to the metal
Revved up the engine and blasted down the road
Blue lights behind me reminded me of the cops before
All 3 of us on our way to Mexico
Catch that bandit son
Before he gets away
Catch that bandit, run
Down that dusty highway