Lyrics:

Armadillo World Headquarters, Austin, Texas
May 20-21, 1975
This is supposedly written about a real event.
I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon
She wore a Milton Bradley Crayon
But she was something I could lay on

Can't remember what became of me
Carolina hard-core ecstasy

She put a Doobie Brothers tape on (La la la la la-ahh la)
I had a Roger Daltrey cape on (A Roger Daltrey cape on)
There was a bed I dumped her shape on

Can't remember what became of me
Carolina hard-core ecstasy

Somewhat later on I woke up and she was gone
There was dew out on the lawn in the sunrise
Later she came back with a rumpled paper sack
Which she told me would contain a surprise
She stuck her hand right in it to the bottom
Said she knew I'd be surprised she got 'em
Take a Charleston pimp to spot 'em

Then she gave a pair of shoes to me
Plastic leather, 14 triple D

I said: 'I wonder what's the shoes for?'
She told me: 'Don't you worry no more!'
And got right down there on the tile floor

'Now darling stomp all over me!'
Carolina hard-core ecstasy

Is this something new, having people stomp on you?
Is it what I need to do, for your pleasure?
(Yo' pleasure . . . it's . . . uh . . . uh . . . all I need)
'What is this, a quiz? Don't you worry what it is!
It is merely just a moment I can treasure!'
(What is . . . ?) (You know . . . )
By ten o'clock her arms and legs were rendered
She couldn't talk cause her mouth had been extendered
Looked to me as though she had been blendered

But was this abject misery? No! No!
Carolina hard-core ecstasy!
Well...


But was this abject misery? No! No!
Carolina hard-core ecstasy!
But was this abject misery? No! No!
Carolina hard-core ecstasy!
It might seem strange to Herb and Dee—
Carolina hard-core ecstasy!