Night Of The Iguana

The Night of the Iguana

The tour bus came yesterday,
the drifter's a mess today;
it's a dump of a destiny
but it's got a view...

Now the kid in the see-through blouse
is moving in hard on his holy vows...
since the preacher's not dead,
dead drunk will have to do!

Night of the iguana,
the jasmine is mercilessly sweet;
night of the iguana,
can you hear the castanets?
The widow is dancing
down on the beach.

The starlight is steaming,
he'd like to be dreaming,
his senses are screaming
not to be denied...

But if the spell of the night should win,
he could lose his bus
for the same sweet sin
that took his church from him--
then how will he survive?

Night of the iguana,
the jasmine is mercilessly sweet.
Night of the iguana,
can you hear the castanets?
It's the widow and her lover-boys
down on the beach.

The night is so fragerent,
these women so flagrant,
they could make him a vagrant
with the flick of a shawl.

The devil is sweet sixteen,
the widow's good looking
but she gets mean;
he's burning like Augustine
with no help from God at all.

Joni Mitchell 2007