Carey

The wind is in from africa Last night I couldnt sleep Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here carey But its 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 And Ill put on some silver Oh youre a mean old daddy, but I like you fine Come on down to the mermaid cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine And well laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down Lets have a round for these freaks and these soldiers A round for these friends of mine Lets have another round for the bright red devil Who keeps me in this tourist town Come on, carey, get out your cane Ill put on some silver Oh youre a mean old daddy, but I like you Maybe Ill go to amsterdam Or maybe Ill go to rome And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers round my room But lets not talk about fare-thee-welis now The night is a starry dome. And theyre playin that scratchy rock and roll Beneath the matalla moon Come on, carey, get out your cane And Ill put on some silver Youre a mean old daddy, but I like you The wind is in from africa Last night I couldnt sleep Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here But, its really not my home Maybe its been too long a time Since I was scramblin 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 Ill put on my finest silver Well go to the mermaid cafe Have fun tonight I said, oh, youre a mean old daddy, but youre out of sight