Carey (Live)

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 Café 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 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 Matala Moon Come on Carey get out your cane I'll put on some silver We'll go to the Mermaid Café Have fun tonight 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 cologne Oh Carey get out your cane I'll put on my finest silver We'll go to the Mermaid Café Have fun tonight I said, Oh, you're a mean old Daddy but I like you But you're out of sight