You're going down! You gave me reason to grieve, to cry, I've been through this before - August '04, the summer season! You hurt my pride, a wound on me you scored!

The Vega fans leader cries, "Restore my pride, make this hurt die!" Carie! Carie! You sure ain't no friend! Whoa-oa-oa! Carie! Carie! Don't let us meet again! I'll fight on the streets again!

Your venomed mind and cold intentions Are most unkind! My hurt is true and plain! So now it's time -you've lost this patient- to pay for your crime 'gainst the fair land of Spain!

The Vega fans leader cries, "Restore my pride, make this hurt die!" Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh! Carie! Carie! You sure ain't no friend! Whoa-oa-oa! Carie! Carie! Don't let us meet again!

(guitar solo)

Ohhh! The Vega fans leader cries, "Restore my pride, make this hurt die!" (Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!) Carie! Carie! You're no friend! Carie! Carie! Carie! (Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!) Carie! Carie! Don't let us meet again! I'll fight on the streets again!

You're going down!