Carey

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus]