Letra de Carey

The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
You know it sure is hard to leave here Carey
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
Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe
I'll buy you a bottle of wine
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
Oh Carey get out your cane
And I'll put on some silver
Oh you're a mean old daddy
But I like you
Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam
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 & roll
Beneath the matalla moon
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
The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
You know it sure is hard to leave here Carey
But it's really not my home
Maybe it's been too long a time
Since I was scramblin' down in the streets
Now they got me used to that clean white linen
And that fancy French cologne
Oh Carey get out your cane
And I'll put on some silver
Down to the Mermaid Cafe
Have fun tonight
I said Oh you're a mean old daddy
But you're out of sight