Carey

The wind is in from Africa Last night, I couldn't sleep Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here, Carey But it's really not my home My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne Oh, Carey, get out your cane (Carey, get out your cane) And I'll put on some silver (I'll put on some silver) Oh, you're a mean old daddy, but I like you fine Come on down to the mermaid café And I will buy you a bottle of wine And we'll laugh and toast to nothing And smash our empty glasses down Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers A round for these friends of mine Let's have another round for the bright red devil Who keeps me in this tourist town Come on, Carey, get out your cane (Carey, get out your cane) I'll put on some silver (I'll put on some silver) Oh, you're a mean old daddy, but I like you I like you, I like you, I like you Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam Or maybe I'll go to Rome And rent me a grand piano And put some flowers 'round my room But let's not talk about fare-thee-wells now The night is a starry dome And they're playin' that scratchy rock 'n' roll Beneath the Matalla moon Come on, Carey, get out your cane (Carey, get out your cane) And I'll put on some silver (I'll put on some silver) You're a mean old daddy, but I like you The wind is in from Africa Last night, I couldn't sleep Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here But it's really not my home Maybe it's been too long at times Since I was ramblin' down in the street Now they got me used to that clean white linen And that fancy French cologne Oh, Carey, get out your cane (Carey, get out your cane) I'll put on my finest silver (I'll put on my finest silver) We'll go to the mermaid café, have fun tonight I said, oh, you're a mean old daddy, but you're out of sight