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...