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