Carey

The wind is in from Africa

Last night I couldn't sleep

You know it's really hard to leave here

But it's really not my home

My fingernails are filthy

I got beach tar on my feet

Oh, you know I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne

Carey, get out your cane

And I'll put on my silver

Oh, you're a mean old daddy, but I like you

Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe

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

Let's have a round for these friends of mine

Let's have a round for the bright red devil who keeps me in this tourist town

Come on, Carey, get out your cane

And I'll put on my silver

Oh, you're a mean old daddy, but I like you

I like you, I like you, I like you

And I'll go to Amsterdam

Or maybe I'll go down to Rome

And I'll rent me a grand piano and put flowers in my room

Oh but let's not talk of fare-thee-wells, because tonight is a starry dome

And they're playing that scratchy rock 'n' roll

Beneath, beneath, beneath the matalla moon

Oh, Carey, get out your cane

And I'll put on my silver

Oh, you're a mean old daddy, but I like you

Oh, you're a mean old daddy, but I like you, I like you, I like you

The wind is in from Africa

Last night I couldn't sleep

You know it sure is hard to leave here

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 your cane

And I'll put on my silver

Oh you're a mean old daddy, but I like you

I said, come down to the Mermaid Cafe, have fun tonight

Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you...