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-welIs 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