[Intro]
I'd like to reintroduce you to this wonderful group
The L.A. Express
Mr. Scott
Larry Nash on piano
Robben Ford on guitar
Max Bennett on bass
And John Guerin on drums
And me, the chirp

[Verse 1]
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
My fingernails are filthy
I got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen
And my fancy French cologne

[Chorus]
Carey, get out your cane
I'll put on my finest silver
Oh, you're a mean old daddy
But I like you
[Verse 2]
Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe with me
And I'll 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 a round for the bright red devil
Who keeps me in this tourist town

[Chorus]
Carey, get out your cane
I'll put on my finest silver
Oh, you're a mean old daddy
But I like you
(I like me an old daddy sometimes)

[Verse 3]
Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam
Or maybe I'll go to Rome
And rent me a grand piano
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
[Chorus]
Carey, get out your cane
I'll put on my finest silver
Oh, you're a mean old daddy
But I like you

[Verse 4]
The wind is in from Africa
The sea is full of sheep
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

[Chorus]
Carey, get out your cane
I'll put on my finest silver
Oh, you're a mean old daddy
But I like you

[Outro]
Ooh, Carey
I like you, I like you, I like you
Ooh, Carey