It's a squally brawly isthmus,
And the land mass kind of queer.
They make some dough by movin' snow,
Through jungle like frontier.

It's a squally brawly isthmus,
Through the canal go the fleet.
They smuggle blow to Buffalo,
To sell out on the street.

Whoa,
Yo!
There's strip tease shows,
Go see what you can see.
They'll do lap dance for you,
Soon's you pay the fee.

It's a squally brawly isthmus,
And the land mass kind of queer.
It a squally,
Sometimes brawly,
Gnarly isthmus frontier.