Bad Raccoon, trapped in a dark cocoon,
Falsely accused, painted by la luna,
They say I'm a thief, digging through the gloom-a,
But the truth is, I'm a Watchdog, breaking out muy pronto.
Bad Raccoon, face of the mistaken,
Locked up for nada, just a vision they've taken,
Watchdogs on patrol, we shout for justicia,
Freedom for all, breaking all the maldiciones.
They thought I'm a rat, but I'm a cleaner at noon,
Exposing the lies, under the sol or monsoon,
Look at my claws, they're for scratching out the tune,
In this jungle urbana, I'm revealing the rune.
They can lock me up, but I'll be free muy pronto,
Ain't no cage strong enough to hold this mapache,
Under the estrellas, or the glow of la luna,
We'll rise up together, and justicia will bloom-a.
Bad Raccoon, trapped in a dark cocoon,
Falsely accused, painted by la luna,
They say I'm a thief, digging through the gloom-a,
But the truth is, I'm a Watchdog, breaking out muy pronto.
Bad Raccoon, face of the mistaken,
Locked up for nada, just a vision they've taken,
Watchdogs on patrol, we shout for justicia,
Freedom for all, breaking all the maldiciones.