You gotta dig your roots And get a little more dirt on my boots 'For the sun comes down Show some love back to your hometown Fall in love, plant some seeds Carve some names in the family tree Raise your kids, love your wife Put God first, just to live

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

Love comes again Just when I've broken down I found Love can come again Of paths to be chosen All trails that we trek Shall lead us back to here Because our You gotta believe that You have become

And it all comes down to you You see your gypsy She was just a wish So I'm back to the velvet underground Back to the floor that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy that I was To the gypsy that I was Well, you know that it

Yeah the song comes on and I sing out loud And there ain't no road that I can't go down And I don't think twice when I pass your house all the time Yeah the rain just rolls right off my back And I don't get caught in the same old traps I can hear your

You come in every shade of blue Mm, part time love I'm always running back to you Oh, part time love Put down your megaphone, my dear 10-4, we hear you loud and clear Mr. Daniels makes you so sincere When the morning comes, you forget why we are here

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

Love comes again Just when I've broken down I found Love can come again Of paths to be chosen Shall lead us back to here Because our You gotta believe that You have become What you have always been

When the weight comes down And the weight comes down Afternoon, see a guy with rubies on his head And he's shifting like shifting like he was dead And he's hearing something, she never said On his way back home, under his bed In the night there's a girl

What goes around, comes around What goes up, must come down Don't play with me, don't play with me, 'cause Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back to me I remember when I was sittin' home alone Waiting for you 'til three o'clock in the morn Weren't you