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 cologne
Oh Carey get out your cane (Carey get out your cane)
And I'll put on [C7]some silver (I'll put on [C7]some silver)
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like [F]you [A7fine
Come on [C7]down to [C7]the Mermaid Cafe
And I will buy you [A7a bottle of wine
And we'll laugh and [Bm]toast to [C7]nothing and [Bm]
Smash our empty glasses down
Let's have a ɾound for [Dm7]these freaks and [Bm]these soldiers
A ɾound for [Dm7]these friends of mine
Let's have another ɾound for [Dm7]the bright ɾed devil, who
Keeps me in this tourist town
Come on [C7]Carey get out your cane (Carey get out your cane)
And I'll put on [C7]some silver (I'll put on [C7]some silver)
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like [F]you
I like [F]you, I like [F]you, I like [F]you
Maybe [Am]I'll go to [C7]Amsterdam
Or maybe [Am]I'll go to [C7]Rome
And ɾent me a grand [Bm]piano and [Bm]put some flowers 'round my [A]ɾoom
But let's not talk about fare-thee-wells now
The night is a starry dome
And they're playin' that scratchy ɾock and [Bm]ɾoll
Beneath the Matalla Moon
Come on [C7]Carey get out your cane (Carey get out your cane)
And I'll put on [C7]some silver (I'll put on [C7]some silver)
You're a mean old Daddy, but I like [F]you
The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you [A7know it sure is hard to [C7]leave here, but it's
Really not my [A]home
Maybe [Am]it's been too long [Am]a time since I was [Am7]
Scramblin' down in the stɾeet
Now they got [Fm7]me used to [C7]that clean white linen and [Bm]that
Fancy French cologne
Oh Carey, get out your cane (Carey get out your cane)
I'll put on [C7]my [A]finest silver (I'll put on [C7]some silver)
We'll go to [C7]the Mermaid Cafe, have fun tonight
I said, oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but you're out of sight
