Van Halen - Panama Lyrics

Jump back, what's that sound?
Now, here she comes, foot tap an' top down
Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue
Model citizen, zero discipline

Don't ya know she's comin' home with me?
You'll lose her in that turn
I'll get her, her an' her

Panama, Panama
Panama, Panama
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine
She got a feel for the road, keep the movin' parts clean
Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue
An' got a freeway comin' through my bedroom

Don't you know she's comin' home with me?
You'll lose her in that turn
I'll get her and her and her and her

Panama, Panama
Panama, ooh, Panama
Oh, oh, oh, ah ooh

Now, I'm flyin' an' she's flyin'
She's right behind in the rear view mirror
Got the foot in, power steerin'
Pistons poppin', ain't no stoppin', now

Panama, Panama
Panama, Panama
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Panama, Panama
Panama, Panama
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Panama