Carey de Joni Mitchell

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 your 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
Lets have a round for these freaks and these soldiers,
A round for these friends of mine
Lets have another round for the bright red devil, who keeps me in this tourist town.

Oh Carey get out your cane, and I'll put on some silver
Oh your 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 (sorry, didn't have time to look up the word) moon

Oh 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 its really not my home.
Maybe its 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 your a mean old daddy, but your outta sight.