Panama

作词:Wm. H. Tyers

作曲:Tyers

所属专辑:Bunk Johnson The Roaring Forties

歌词

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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’l 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!

Panama,

Panama

Panama,

Panama

Yeah, we’re 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.

She’s blinding, I’m flying,

Right behind the rear-view mirror now.

Got the feeling, power steering,

Pistons popping, ain’t no stopping now!

Panama,

Panama

Panama,

Panama

Panama,

Panama

Panama,

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