Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Come on down to the Mermaid Café 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 [Chorus] Come on, Carey, get out your cane I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old Daddy But I like you I like you, I like you, I like you [Verse 3] 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 Matala Moon [Chorus] Come on, Carey, get out your cane And I'll put on some silver You're a mean old Daddy But I like you [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus] Oh, Carey, get out your cane I'll put on my finest silver We'll go to the Mermaid Café Have fun tonight I said, oh, you're a mean old Daddy But you're out of sight