Panama Lyrics

Pat Boone Panama

Jump back, whats that sound ?
Here she comes, full blast and top down.
Hot shoe, burnin down the avenue.
Model citizen zero discipline
Dont you know shes coming home with me?
Youl lose her in the turn.
Ill get her!
Panama, panama
Panama, panama
Aint 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.
Dont you know shes coming home with me?
Youll lose her in the turn.
Ill get her!
Yeah, were runnin a little bit hot tonight.
I can barely see the road from the heat comin off of it.
Ah, you reach down, between my legs,
Ease the seat back.
Shes blinding, Im flying,
Right behind the rear-view mirror now.
Got the feeling, power steering,
Pistons popping, aint no stopping now!
Panama, panama
Panama, panama