Night of the Iguana - Joni Mitchell

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

She’s 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

Oh, 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 all

Night of the iguana