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 peach tar on my feet
And I miss my queen white linen
and my phantom French cologne
Oh, carry it out your cape,
and I'll put on my finest silver
Let's go 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 all these friends of mine
Who keeps me in this college town
Oh, Carrie, get out your cap
I'll put on my finest silver
Oh, you're a mean old guy,
Oh, maybe I'll go to Amsterdam,
I'm gonna rent me a grand piano
and sprinkle some flowers round my room
the night is a sorry dawn
But neither matter the mood
Oh, Cherry, get out your cape
I'll put on my finest silver
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard
But it's really not my home
Oh, baby, it's been too long
Yeah, so they got me used to that clean
Oh, carry it out your case
I'll put on my finest suit first
I say, oh, you're a mean old daddy
I say, oh, you're a mean old daddy,
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