Space Banda

Durango:
Bendejo! I thought you built this pinche spaceship?

Huarache:
It's a flying sombrero cabron! What do you expect?

Huarache:
Spaceship Macho stolen...dirty space gringos! We must avenge our stumpy friend!

Durango:
Compas, amigos, friends, you must have us confused with another group.

Durango:
I'm looking for a man.

Cantina Bartender:
Hey, hey, hey, I don't serve your kind. Better try Cholo Hoto across town.

Durango:
No, no, no, no, no, I'm all man, all man compa.