Carey - Lyrics - Sara Gazarek

Sara Gazarek is an American jazz musician and singer. Gazarek was born in Seattle, Washington and moved to Los Angeles in 2000 to attend the Thornton School of Music at the University of Southern California. She won the Downbeat Student Music Award for Best Collegiate Vocalist in 2003. Gazarek released her first album, Yours, in 2005. The album was a critical and commercial success with a top 10 ranking in the Billboard Traditional Jazz Charts as well as being the top album download in iTunes for Jazz in Germany and France. In a poll by the JazzTimes, readers voted Gazarek as the 3rd Best New Jazz Artist. She released her second album, Return To You in 2007 and is currently living in Los Angeles. Don Heckman of the LA Times said Gazarek is "the next important jazz singer."

The wind is in from Africa Last night I couldn't sleep You know it sure is hard to leave here Carey 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 Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe I'll buy you a bottle of wine 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 Oh Carey get out your cane And I'll put on some silver Oh you're a mean old daddy But I like you Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam 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 & roll Beneath the matalla 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 fine The wind is in from Africa Last night I couldn't sleep You know it sure is hard to leave here Carey But it's really not my home Maybe it's been too long a time Since I was scramblin' 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 some silver Down to the Mermaid Cafe Have fun tonight I said Oh you're a mean old daddy But you're out of sight