Corre, Mono, corre
Buitres
Run, Monkey, Run
Sirens can be heard, the street is closed
A guy is lying down, with a shot in the face
The debt is settled, the last part of the payment
While at the bar, he chugs one last drink
Run, Monkey, run
They're gonna catch you
The cops know where he's hiding
The Monkey is cornered, and he doesn't give up
Run, Monkey, run
They're gonna catch you
