Carrie’s Plan

(to Carrie Anne by the Hollies)

Doh doh-doh doh doh doh-doh doh

What’s Carrie’s plan?

In the days before, your plan was simple

You’d find a rich man, and play the trophy wife

Then it got a little bit complicated

A press officer for tory screwing

What’s Carrie’s plan

Now the gravy train has gone and run away?

Stuck with a man

Who gets fifty cards on every father’s day

Now the fun is over, what will you do?

Steaming discreetly, the wallpaper

No more jobs for friends, with big fat pay checks

Looks like your circle’s disappearing

What’s Carrie’s plan

Now the gravy train has gone and run away?

Stuck with a man

Who acts like Mussolini’s Protégée

You’re so, so like a moron to me (so like a moron to me)

What, what were you thinking Carrie? (what were you thinking Carrie)

Come, take my hand

Listen can you hear that dreadful sound?

Its your husband

As he rugby tackles children to the ground

People live and learn but you’ve learnt nothing

So listen up to what we’re saying

Time to cut your losses and get moving

Before he hits you up for some ‘consoling’

Hey, Carrie dear

Get the engine running for your getaway

Don’t shed a tear

For the man who’s never thought to use hairspray

Carrie’s plan, Carrie’s plan, Carrie’s plan