Jody Whitesides - 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 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

Written by:
Charles Whitesides, Harold Payne

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