Panama

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

Panama
Panama
Panama
Panama, oh-oh-oh-oh

Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine
Got the feel for the wheel, keep the moving parts clean
Hot shoe, I'm burning down the avenue
We got an on-ramp coming through my bedroom

And don't you know she's coming home to me?
You'll lose her in that turn
I'll get her

Panama
Panama
Panama
Panama, oh-oh-oh-oh

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
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



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Van Halen, Edward Van Halen, David Lee Roth
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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