It's X-mas on the Isthmus
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of Panama
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We're listless this Christmas
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No Santa Claus
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No wise men, no angels
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No mistletoe trucks
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No reindeer, no shepherds
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We're shit out of luck
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Ah we hung all our stockings
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On the palm trees with care
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Stayed up all night
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Still nothin there
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So we snorted some incense
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And shot up some myrrh
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Stayed up two more days
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Just to make sure
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Ah it's X-mas on the Isthmus
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of Panama
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It's hopeless, we're dopeless
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No Santa Claus
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No wise men, no angels
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No mistletoe trucks
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No reindeer, no shepherds
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We're shit out of luck
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Bethlehem...Bethle-her ... Bethle-you
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Bethle-me ... Mucho
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Ah there? something about X-mas
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That brings me to tears
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Snowmen an chestnuts
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An roastin reindeers
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That story from the Bible
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God's only son
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The immaculate injection
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Ah you know the one
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Well they wadn't from around here
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They was Judean strangers
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So they called up the front desk
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"Let me speak to the Manger"
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There was horses, there was cows
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There was sheep, there was pigs
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Mary asked Joseph
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"Hey who booked this gig?"
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Ah it's X-mas on the Isthmus
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of Panama
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We're shiftless, we?e giftless
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No Santa Claus
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No wise men, no angels
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No mistletoe trucks
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No reindeer, no shepherds
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We're shit out of luck
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Bethlehem...Bethle-her ... Bethle-you
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Bethle-me ... Mucho
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X-Mas on the Isthmus
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| Terry Allen |
