Back in nineteen hundred

Carrie led her first brigade,

They marched, prayin' and a singin'

Through the swinging doors of fate.

She cried, "Smash, ladies, smash,"

There are bottles left to bash,

Nothing else could match it

When Miss Carrie grabbed her hatchet,

And went singin' and a swingin'

Crying, "Smash, ladies, smash."

When Miss Carrie came a calling

She had fire in her eyes,

She'd start hackin' and a choppin'

At the liquid merchandise.

Crying, "Smash, ladies, smash,"

There are bottles left to bash,

Nothing else could match it

When Miss Carrie grabbed her hatchet,

And went singin' and a swingin'

Crying, "Smash, ladies, smash."

They threw her into prison

Thirty times throughout the years,

But she kept right on a whackin'

At the whiskey and the beers.

Crying, "Smash, ladies, smash,"

There are bottles left to bash

Nothing else could match it

When Miss Carrie grabbed her hatchet,

And went singin' and a swingin'

Crying, "Smash, ladies, smash."

Yes, she went singin' and a swingin'

Crying, "Smash, ladies, smash."