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-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

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 c
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