Carey

The wind is in from Africa Last night I couldn't sleep You know it sure is hard to leave here, Carey It's really not my home My fingernails are filthy I've got beach tar on my feet And I miss my clean white linen And that fancy French cologne Oh Carey, get out your cane And I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy But I like you 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 a round for the bright red devil Who keeps me in this tourist town Oh Carey, get out your cane And I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy But I like you Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam 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-well's 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 And I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy But I like you just fine The wind is in from Africa Last night I couldn't sleep You know it sure is hard to leave here, Carey It's really not my home Maybe it's been too long a time Since I was scramblin' down in the streets They got me used to that clean white linen And that fancy French cologne Come on Carey, get out your cane And I'll put on some silver Down to the Mermaid Café Have fun tonight I said, oh you're a mean old daddy But you're out of sight Carey, get out your cane