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