CAREY Lyrics

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
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
I'll put on some silver
Oh you're 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 we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down
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
And I'll put on some silver
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you fine

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 of fare-thee-welIs now
The night is a starry dome.
And they're playin' that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the Matalla Moon

Come on, Carey, get out your cane
And I'll put on some silver
We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe
Have fun tonight

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
Since I was scramblin' in the street
Now they got me used to the clean white linen
And that fancy French cologne

Oh Carey, get out your cane
I'll put on some silver
We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe
Have some fun tonight
Oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but you're out of sight.