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