Karaoké 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 then 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

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 playin' that scratchy rock and roll beneath the Matala Moon

Come on Carey get out your cane and then 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