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She was 69, still smokin' | Serving hurricanes since the Schooner's Wharf opened | When she poured me one, I asked the secret
She was 69, still smokin' Serving hurricanes since the Schooner's Wharf opened When she poured me one, I asked the secret She said, "Don't ever let grass grow up underneath you" Carry on karaoke, it don't matter if you can't Carry a tune in a bucket anyways Carry on, who cares what the naysayers say? If it's Saturday night, get carried away Carry on, carry on You can't carry nothin' with you, and it won't be long 'Til it's six carrying you home 'Til then you gotta carry on Well, it turns out she kissed Elvis The story she told would make Penny Lane jealous And she said, "Hun, my shift's ending" Beside a peace sign at the bottom of my ticket Carry on karaoke, it don't matter if you can't Carry a tune in a bucket anyways Carry on, who cares what the naysayers say? If it's Saturday night, get carried away Carry on, carry on You can't carry nothin' with you, and it won't be long 'Til it's six carrying you home 'Til then you gotta carry on Carry on, carry on If it feels good, do it, if it doesn't, then don't Carry on, carry on Yeah, man, you gotta carry on Carry on karaoke, it don't matter if you can't Carry a tune in a bucket anyways Carry on, who cares what the naysayers say? If it's Saturday night, get carried away Carry on, carry on If it feels good, do it, if it doesn't, then don't Carry on, carry on Yeah, man, you gotta carry on Yeah, man, you gotta carry on Yes, ma'am, I'm gonna carry on
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