text: The wind is in from Africa
  Last night I couldnt sleep
  Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here, Carey
  But its 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 Ill put on some silver
  Oh, youre 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 well laugh and toast to nothing
  And smash our empty glasses down
  Lets have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
  A round for these friends of mine
  Lets have another round for the bright red devil
  Who keeps me in this tourist town
  Come on, Carey, get out your cane
  Ill put on some silver
  Oh, youre a mean old Daddy
  But I like you
  I like you, I like you, I like you
  Maybe Ill go to Amsterdam
  Or maybe Ill go to Rome
  And rent me a grand piano
  And put some flowers round my room
  But lets not talk about fare-thee-wells now
  The night is a starry dome
  And theyre playin that scratchy rock and roll
  Beneath the Matala Moon
  Come on, Carey, get out your cane
  And Ill put on some silver
  Youre a mean old Daddy
  But I like you
  The wind is in from Africa
  Last night I couldnt sleep
  Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here
  But its really not my home
  Maybe its 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
  Ill put on my finest silver
  Well go to the Mermaid Café
  Have fun tonight
  I said, oh, youre a mean old Daddy
  But youre out of sight