Carey کے بول

The wind is in from Africa Last night I couldn't sleep You know it's really hard to leave here But it's really not my home My fingernails are filthy I got beach tar on my feet Oh, you know I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne Carey, get out your cane And I'll put on my silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy, but I like you Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe 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 Let's have a round for these friends of mine Let's have a 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 my silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy, but I like you I like you, I like you, I like you And I'll go to Amsterdam Or maybe I'll go down to Rome And I'll rent me a grand piano and put flowers in my room Oh but let's not talk of fare-thee-wells, because tonight is a starry dome And they're playing that scratchy rock 'n' roll Beneath, beneath, beneath the matalla moon Oh, Carey, get out your cane And I'll put on my silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy, but I like you Oh, you're a mean old daddy, but I like you, I like you, I like you The wind is in from Africa Last night I couldn't sleep You know it sure is hard to leave here 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 your cane And I'll put on my silver Oh you're a mean old daddy, but I like you I said, come down to the Mermaid Cafe, have fun tonight Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you...