The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard
But it's really not my home
My fingernails are filthy
I've got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen
and my fancy French cologne
Oh Carey, get out your cane
(Carey, get out your cane)
And I'll put on some silver
(I'll put on some silver)
Oh, you're a mean old Daddy,
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
A round for these friends of mine
for the bright red devil,
who Keeps me in this tourist town
Come on, Carey, get out your cane
(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,
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
and that Fancy French cologne
Oh Carey, get out your cane
(Carey, get out your cane)
I'll put on my finest silver
We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe,
I said, oh, you're a mean old Daddy,
