The wind is in from Africa, Last night, I couldn't sleep, Oh you know it sure is hard to leave you Carey, but its really not my home. My finger-nails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet, and I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French colone,
Oh Carey get out your cane, and i'll put on some silk Oh your a mean old daddy but i like you
Come on down to the mermaid cafe and i will buy you a bottle of wine we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down Lets have a round for these freaks and these soldires a round for these friends of mine lets have another 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 silk oh your a mean old dady but i like you i like you i like you
Maybe i'll go to Amsterdam or maybe i'll go to Rome rent me a grand piano and put some flowers round my room lets not talk about fare-thee-wells now the is a stary dome and they're playing that scratchy rock n roll beneath the mapilon moon
Oh carey get out your cane and i'll put on some silk oh you're a mean old daddy but i like you
The wind is in from Africa Last night i couldn't sleep oh you know it sure is hard to leave you but its really not my home Maybe its been to long a time since i was scramblin down in the streets now they got me used to that clean white linen and the fancy french cologne
oh carey get out your cane and i'll put on some silk go down to the mermaid cafe have fun tonight i said oh your a mean old daddy but your outta sight
