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 libdo's
 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