Carey lyrics

The wind is in from africa
Last night i couldn`t sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here carey
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
And 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
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
I`ll put on some silver
Oh you`re a mean old daddy, but i like you

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
But let`s not talk about fare-thee-wells 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
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 here
But, it`s really not my home
Maybe it`s 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
I`ll put on my finest silver
We`ll go to the mermaid cafe
Have fun tonight
I said, oh, you`re a mean old daddy, but you`re out of sight