Carey Lyrics - Cyndi Lauper

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