Van Halen - Panama

(1984)



Ooh!

Oh yeah!

Ah-huh!



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 that 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 movin' 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 that turn

I'll get her

(Uhhhh-ohhhhhh!)



Panama

Panama, oww!

Panama

Panama, oh-oh-oh-oh

Woo!



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'

Ah, reach down between my legs and ease the seat back



She's runnin', I'm flyin'

Right behind in the rearview 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!