Carey

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:

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've got beach tar on my feet

And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologneOh 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, but I like you fineCome 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 townCome on 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, but I like you

I like you, I like you, I like youMaybe 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-wells now

The night is a starry dome

And they're playin' that scratchy rock and roll

Beneath the Matalla MoonCome on Carey get out your cane (Carey get out your cane)

And I'll put on some silver (I'll put on some silver)

You're a mean old Daddy, but I like youThe 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 cologneOh Carey, get out your cane (Carey get out your cane)

I'll put on my finest silver (I'll put on some silver)

We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe, have fun tonight

I said, oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but you're out of sight