Christmas at the Isthmas

I was bored after Thanksgiving I needed something more My travel agent mentioned somewhere I'd never been before He said south of Costa Rica, North of Bogota Is a lovely little country known as Panama Goodbye Macy's goodbye baby so long Christmas white We'll see how that canal looks all decked out in Christmas lights I hope those big mosquitoes won't mess with our libdo's By striking where our speedos won't quite reach We're spending Christmas at the Isthmas what a glorious place Where the jungle meets the ocean and The sunshine beats upon your face I can hear those friendly insects singing carols in my ear Yes it's Christmas at the Isthmas this year Santa there's no chimneys no squeezing down that tiny space In this sweltering humidity who needs a fireplace? Your complexion will get plundered even with SPF 100 And it makes you stop and wonder how Noriega's looks so good It must be Christmas at the Isthmas what a glorious place Where the jungle meets the ocean and The sunshine beats upon your face Santa's gonna have to put some shades on his reindeer When he spends Christmas at the Isthmas this year I could have been to Bethlehem to see the holy city there Or spend Chanukah in Santa Monica or New Years in Times Square Blame it on the tomburrito or those jungles wet with rain Or those pigeons dropping guano Like seasons greetings on my window pane And the chance to catch malaria inside that canal's own area While lost in the hysteria of it all We're spending Christmas at the Isthmas what a glorious place Where the jungle meets the ocean and The sunshine beats upon your face Imagine our excitement waking up on Christmas morn Oh but I think that possibly maybe next year We'll just go around cape horn dear Instead of Christmas at the Isthmas next year Jungle bells, jungle bells, jungle all the way