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