Lyrics Panama - Jani Lane, George Lynch, Tony Franklin

Panama

Jump back, what’s that sound?
Here she comes, full blast and top down
Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue
Model citizen zero discipline
Don’t you know she’s coming home with me?
You’l lose her in the turn
I’ll get her!
Panama, Panama
Panama, Panama
Ain’t nothin' like it, her shiny machine
Got the feel for the wheel, keep the moving parts clean
Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue
Got an on-ramp
Comin' through my bedroom
Don’t you know she’s coming home with me?
You’ll lose her in the turn
I’ll get her!
Panama, Panama
Panama, Panama
Yeah, we’re runnin' a little bit hot tonight
I can barely see the road from the heat comin' off of it
Ah, I reach down, between my legs, ease the seat back
She’s blinding, I’m flying
Right behind the rear-view mirror, now
Got the feeling, power-steering
Pistons popping, ain’t no stopping now!
Panama, Panama
Panama, Panama
Panama, Panama
Panama