| The tour bus came yesterday
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| The driver’s a mess today
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| It’s a dump of a destiny
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| But it’s got a view
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| Now the kid in the see-through blouse
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| She’s moving in hard on his holy vows
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| Since the preacher’s not dead
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| Dead drunk will have to do!
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| Night of the iguana
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| The jasmine is so mercilessly sweet
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| Night of the iguana
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| Can you hear the castanets?
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| The widow is dancing
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| Down on the beach
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| The starlight is steaming
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| He’d like to be dreaming
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| His senses are screaming
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| Not to be denied
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| But if the spell of the night should win
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| He could lose his bus
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| For the same sweet sin
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| That took his church from him
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| Then how will he survive?
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| Night of the iguana
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| The jasmine is so mercilessly sweet
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| Night of the iguana
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| Can you hear the castanets?
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| It’s the widow and her lover-boys
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| Down on the beach
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| Oh, the night is so fragrant
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| These women so flagrant
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| They could make him a vagrant
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| With the flick of a shawl
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| The devil’s in sweet sixteen
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| The widow’s good looking but she gets mean
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| He’s burning like Augustine
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| With no help from God at all
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| Night of the iguana |