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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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Is 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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Oh, night of iguana |
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The jasmine is so mysteriously sweet |
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Ooh, night of iguana |
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Can you hear the castanets? |
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The widow is dancing 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 for the same sweet sin |
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Took his church from him |
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Then how will he survive? |
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Ooh, night of iguana |
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The jasmine is so mercilessly sweet |
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Ooh, night of iguana |
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Can you hear the castanets? |
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It's the widow and her lover boys 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 |
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AugustineWith no help from |
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God at all |
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Oh, night of iguana |
