Got a trap-steamer, my ship's called Hal

Forty miles on the Panama Canal

Got a cargo of sodas, they are lo-cal

Forty miles on the Panama Canal



Sailing 'cross the Carribean Sea

Do the Pacific in a jiffy

Puru, Panama but not on land

I'd look silly with my ship in the sand



Yo Hal, try that canal

Yo Hal, the canal is your pal



You can sail a cargo ship

From sea to shining sea

Through the Panama Canal

for a nominal fee



You enter a lock, it's a ship coral

Forty miles on the Panama Canal

You pay your money, then get a decal

Forty miles on the Panama Canal



You cross the locks, they number three

Full of water for you and me

100 feet wide, 41 feet deep

Water enough to drench a sheep



High lock, up goes the ship

Low lock, the ship takes a dip

First they raise the water level

Then lower it again

'Cross the Panama Canal

It's really Zen



We pass the locks, with good moral

Forty miles on the Panama Canal

The crew yells out, 'Thank you, Hal'

Forty Miles on the Panama Canal



You're welcome, men

Wasn't that fun

Forty miles, our voyage is done

For I'm full on now past Balboa

Adios Panama, so long - aloha