It's X-mas on the Isthmus
of Panama
We're listless this Christmas
No Santa Claus
No wise men, no angels
No mistletoe trucks
No reindeer, no shepherds
We're shit out of luck
Ah we hung all our stockings
On the palm trees with care
Stayed up all night
Still nothin there
So we snorted some incense
And shot up some myrrh
Stayed up two more days
Just to make sure
Ah it's X-mas on the Isthmus
of Panama
It's hopeless, we're dopeless
No Santa Claus
No wise men, no angels
No mistletoe trucks
No reindeer, no shepherds
We're shit out of luck
Bethlehem...Bethle-her ... Bethle-you
Bethle-me ... Mucho
Ah there