Panama Red

Panama red, Panama red
He’ll steal your woman, then he’ll rob your head
Panama red, Panama red

On his white horse, mescalito
He come breezin’ through town
I’ll bet your woman’s up in bed with
Panama red

The judge don’t know when red’s in town
He keeps well hidden underground
But everybody’s acting lazy
Falling out and hangin’ ‘round

My woman said, “hey Pedro
You’re actin’ crazy like a clown”
Nobody feels like working
Panama red is back in town

Chorus

Everybody’s looking out for him
‘Cause they know red’s satisfies
Little girls love to listen to him
Sing and tell sweet lies

But when things get too confusing, honey
You’re better off in bed
And I’ll be searching all the joints in town for
Panama red