Van Halen "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'll 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 Uh-oh! Panama, Panama. Wow! Panama, Panama. oh-oh-oh-oh Woo! (Guitar solo) Yeah, we're runnin' a little bit hot tonight I can barely see the road from the heat comin' off You know what I'm sayin' Ahh, you reach down put it between my legs n' ease the seat back She's runnin', I'm flyin' Right behind in the rear-view mirror now Got the fearin', power steerin' Pistons poppin', ain't no stoppin' now Panama, Panama Panama, Panama oh-oh-oh-oh Panama, Panama oh-oh-oh-oh Panama Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |