But if the spell of the night should win
It's a dump of a destiny
Ooh, night of iguana
Since the preacher's not dead
Then how will he survive?
Can you hear the castanets?
Can you hear the castanets?
With no help from God at all
The widow is dancing down on the beach

The widow's good looking but she gets mean
He's burning like Augustine
Ooh, night of iguana
Not to be denied
Oh, night of iguana
These women so flagrant
The jasmine is so mysteriously sweet
The starlight is steaming
With the flick of a shawl
It's the widow and her lover boys down on the beach
He'd like to be dreaming

Ooh, night of iguana
They could make him a vagrant
His senses are screaming
He could lose his bus for the same sweet sin
Dead drunk will have to do

The devil's in sweet sixteen

Oh, the night is so fragrant
But it's got a view
Took his church from him

Is moving in hard on his holy vows
Now the kid in the see through blouse
Oh, night of iguana
The jasmine is so mercilessly sweet