The tour bus came yesterday The driver'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 so 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 so 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 fragrant These women so flagrant They could make him a vagrant With the flick of a shawl. The devil's in sweet sixteen The widow's good looking but she gets mean He's burning like Augustine With no help from God at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
