Carey-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 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 Mantle of the 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