Ladrón: They say a thumb can't change his print But looking in this window's tint I see the boy I used to be If he saw me what would he see?
He'd look at me in disbelief A dirty, no-good, thumb-print thief Forever stealing, getting busted On the run or being dusted.
But the symphony of car alarms Has reminded me of music's charms As a boy I dreamed that I'd go far As a bona fide musical star!
I sung a little song Did a little show Got sick of the producers saying no
So I turned to crime Stealing all the time Life lacked reason, life lacked rhyme
Now it's time to say I'm sorry What better way than in a song?
Gary: Gimme back the car you stole!
Ladrón: I'll pay you back in rock 'n' roll.
Karen: You took my daughter's trampoline!
Ladrón: Well how about this tap routine?
Patrick: You stole my mother's diamond ring!
Ladrón:It doesn't really matter 'cause I can sing!