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-wells 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.