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