Panama (live)

Going to cocktails with a gun
I can't take it anymore
Piña colada or Coca-Cola
I can't take it anymore

Of traffickers and refugees
I'm already full of it in my life
Oh damn crossing
It'll never be over, but

You see at nine knots barely
It's a fixed point in the sea
That smells like diesel and hides it
With the scent of tea and weed.

Oh mamaçita, where's Panama
Now that we're at sea
On the optical horizon, there's nothing
It should be visible
Gentlemen of tea still
Our docking port will show itself.

When in London the command
Of this ship seemed like a deal
A captain, no matter how young
Should be out at sea

The company didn't make a fuss
No, no, no, and I believe it well
Bringing explosives to the exiles
Isn't good for everyone.

Oh mamaçita, where's Panama
Now that we're at sea
On the optical horizon, there's nothing
It should be visible
Gentlemen of tea still
Our docking port will show itself.

Of the French girl who feels alone
I can't take it anymore
She's up front with a waiter
Who instead looks down

With the Puerto Rican embassy
It's the fifth mambo tonight
Who knows if the faces knew how to stir
On a powder keg.

Going to cocktails with a gun
I can't take it anymore
Piña colada or Coca-Cola
I can't take it anymore

Gentlemen, one last tea
Our docking port isn't showing itself.