Lyrics:

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 and I'll put on some silver
Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you

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, and I'll put on some silver
Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you, I like you, I like you, 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 playing that scratchy rock 'n' roll beneath the Matalla moon

Come on Carey, get out your cane and I'll put on some silver
Oh, 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 scrambling down in the streets
Now they got me used to that clean white linen and that fancy French cologne

Oh Carey get out your cane and 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 outta sight