I've gotten good at missin' her I practice all the time While I drive the Pan Am Highway through With that cactus friend of mine It's gettin' hard to
pan american on her way to new or-leans. If your ever in the south lands and want to see the scenes Just get your self a ticket on that pan american
born A sailor heard from overhead A mighty voice cry, "Pan is dead!" So follow Christ as best you can Pan is dead, long live Pan! From the olden days
look together for the pan within Close your eyes, breathe slow and we'll begin Close your eyes, breathe slow and we will begin To look together for the pan
Pan American on her way to New Orleans [ dobro ] If you're ever in the southland and want to see the scene Just get yourself a ticket on that Pan American
Hey, Peter Pan I'm going home now I've done all I can Besides I'm grown now I'll think of you All painted with the night You sit and watch from somewhere
me feel like an old man They took the game right out of it They took the game right out of it When, when I am a man I will be an astronaut And find Peter Pan
Guillo, prends ton tambourin, Toi, prends ta flute, Robin Au son de ces instruments Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan Au son de ces instruments Je dirai
Hola, Rojo, morning to you You always helped me chase demons away Don't know what I'll do without you So Pan is the name of the plane Second to the right
than the pan can handle Emperors and the salamanders More bacon than the pan can handle Nuggets and the heliotropes, I go More bacon than the pan can
pan is that you j-lo i smell pan is that beyonce i smell pan is that achanti i smell pan is that you oprah i smell pan is that thalia i smell pan is that
with bated breath Io Pan! God of death and all creation Io Pan! God of lust and of nature Io Pan! God of all that stands before us Io Pan! God of
Can you hear the forest sing? On a breath of damiana it calls his name Seduced by his spirit once again
that Pan American on her way to New Orleans If you're ever in the Southland and you want to see the scenes Just get yourself a ticket on that Pan American
I come from the tin pan valley and I'm moving right along I live on former glory, so long ago and gone I'm turning down the talk shows, the humour and
thinkin' about The jaws of life They chew you up Spit you right back into the frying pan, frying pan The frying pan, frying pan The frying pan, frying pan
So many people, so many backgrounds So many different experiences, managed to come together With a common cause and think as if they were one person
I come home from work this evening There was a note in the frying pan It said fix your own supper babe I run off with the fuller brush man And I miss