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
Till it's six carrying you home
Till 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
Till it's six carrying you home
Till 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