Text: Joni Mitchell. Shine. Night Of the Iguana.

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

Oh, night of iguana
The jasmine is so mysteriously sweet
Ooh, night of 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
Took his church from him
Then how will he survive?

Ooh, night of iguana
The jasmine is so mercilessly sweet
Ooh, night of 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

Oh, night of iguana