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 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 cologne

Oh carey get out your cane

I 'll put on my finest 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