The wind is in from Africa
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey
Last night I couldn't sleep
And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne
But it's really not my home My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet
And I'll put on some silver
Oh Carey get out your cane
Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you fine
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
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you
I'll put on some silver
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
The night is a starry dome.
But let's not talk about fareAnd they're playin' that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the Matalla Moon Come on, Carey, get out your cane
You're a mean old Daddy, but I like you
And I'll put on some silver 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 a time
Since I was scramblin' down in the street
And that fancy French cologne
Now they got me used to that clean white linen Oh Carey, get out your cane
We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe
I'll put on my finest silver
Have fun tonight
I said, Oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but you're out of sight.
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