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 learning 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 met 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