Don't you think about America, bay bay baby?

I went to a party Saturday night

Oh, I receive such a helluva shock

A helluva shock

Carrie-Ann doesn't love me know more

Carrie-Ann doesn't love me know more

Carrie-Ann doesn't love me know more

Can you believe that?

I'll never believe you

Carrie-Ann doesn't love me know more

Carrie-Ann doesn't love me know more

Git up, git up on your good girl

Git up, git up on your good girl

Git up, git up on your good girl

Git up, git up on your good girl

You gotta help me baby

You gotta help me mama

You gotta tell me when I'm sad

Git up, git up on yourself girl

Git up, git up on yourself, baby

Git up, git up on yourself

This is the ballad of Carrie-Ann's party

This is the ballad of Carrie-Ann's party