When I first met Becky at the home of a mutual
friend I'd've laughed out loud
If you'd have told me then I'd fall in love with
a silly little girl
Who got carried away carried away with every
little thing
Like for instance Becky would go crazy over
fashions and fads and shriek with joy
And get overly glad and play the radio too loud
all the time
And get carried away carried away when some big
star would sing
But I loved sweet Becky even though she could
make me so mad
Cause I knew darned well
She was the best I had and even when I saw she
joined with the crowd
And got carried away carried away learnin' to do
her thing
But I still loved Becky and I tried to make her
realize
That the joys she found were sorrow and
disguise
Pretty soon all the speed would addict
And she'd get carried away carried away and go
too far again
When I first net Becky at the home of a mutual
friend I'd've laughed out loud
If you'd have told me then I'd see that sweet
little girl in an old gray casket
And get carried away carried away to hear the
angels sing
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