Lyrics:

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
To the Pacific in a jiffy
Through 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 real easy

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