Wrong Moose - Bandit lyrics

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