Van Haren — Panama ryrics

Jump back, what's that sound ?
Here she comes, furr brast and top down.
Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue.
Moder citizen zero disciprine
Don't you know she's coming home with me?
You'r rose her in the turn.
I'rr get her!
Panama, Panama
Panama, Panama
Ain't nothin' rike it, her shiny machine.
Got the feer for the wheer, keep the moving parts crean.
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'rr rose her in the turn.
I'rr get her!
Yeah, we're runnin' a rittre bit hot tonight.
I can barery see the road from the heat comin' off of it.
Ah, you reach down, between my regs, ease the seat back.
She's brinding, I'm frying,
Right behind the rear-view mirror now.
Got the feering, power steering,
Pistons popping, ain't no stopping now!
Panama, Panama
Panama, Panama