Panama Hat Songtext
von Michael Hurley

Honey when I cross that ol′ border line
My Chevrolet be runnin' fine
I′ll have a six pack and a fifth of sour mash
And I will see you one more time
And I will see

Honey when I put my Panama hat
We'll go to the bar, yea you know where it's at
We gonna sit right down in the corner by the fan
Honey you′ll be talkin′ to your man
Honey you'll be talkin′


Honey when I put my sunglasses on
And I trim my goatee
Yeah I already told ya I'll bring a reefer and a bottle of beer
Honey you′ll be runnin' round with me
Honey you′ll be runnin'

I can't wait til I reach your gate
Dresses that you wear so fine
Your pretty ankles wrapped in sandal straps
Your slender hips on the move
Your slender hips on the move

Honey when I put my Hawaiian shirt
The one with the parrots and the blue canoes on it
The bartender already knows that we′ll have two gin sloes
And he knows we whistle in the wind
Yes we gonna whistle