Carey Lyrics

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

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