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...