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Carey Lyrics |
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 The wind is in from AfricaLast 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 Matala 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 |
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