Carolina, carolina, carolina, carolina
Nothing could be finer than to be in carolina in the morning
No one could be sweeter that my sweetie when I meet her in the morning
Where the morning glory
Twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more
Strolling with my girlie when the dew is pearly early in the morning
bu*terflies all flutter up and kiss each little bu*tercup, in the morning
If I had aladdin's lamp
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say
Nothing could be finer than to be in carolina in the morning