Lyrics Panama - Pat Boone

Panama

Ooh
Oh yeah
Uh-huh, ah!
Jump back, what’s that sound?
Here she comes, full blast and top down
Hot shoe, burning down the avenue
Model citizen, zero discipline
Don’t you know she’s coming home to me?
You’ll lose her in the turn
I’ll get her, ah!
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, burning down the avenue
Out an on-ramp coming through my bedroom
Don’t you know she’s coming home to me?
You’ll lose her in the turn
I’ll get her, ah!
Uh-oh
Panama
Panama, ow
Panama, ah
Panama, oh-oh-oh-oh
Woo!
Ah
Yeah, we’re running a little bit hot tonight
I can barely see the road from the heat coming off it, I say
I reach down between my legs and
Ease the seat back
She’s blinding, I’m flying
Right behind in rearview mirror now
Got the fearing, power steering
Pistons popping, ain’t no stopping now
Panama
Panama
Panama
Panama, oh-oh-oh-oh
Panama
Panama, oh-oh-oh-oh
Panama