Christmas at the Isthmas Lyrics

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 libidos'

By striking where our speedo's won't quite reach

We're spending Christmas at the Istmas 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 Istmas this year

Santa there's no chimney's 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 Istmas 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 Istmas 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 Istmas 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 Istmas next year

Jungle bells, jungle bells, jungle all the way