[Intro: clean guitar lick, shakers, group hum] Belt number four Going round and round Everybody's bag but mine Coming down [Verse 1] Five years saving every month for my first trip alone Packed a week of perfect looks and a hat I'd never owned Landed in Barcelona, sun on the water, waiting at belt four Watched a hundred bags go by until the belt don't turn no more Lady at the counter typed a while and wouldn't meet my eye Said your bag is in Madrid, my love, and I laughed so I wouldn't cry Opened up my carry on to see what I was working with One swimsuit, one toothbrush, one yellow dress, and that is it [Pre-Chorus] I could cry in the terminal Wait on a call that won't come Or put on the yellow dress And walk out into the sun [Chorus] Carry on, carry on My bag's in Madrid and I'm dancing on One dress, one song Nothing but my carry on Let it fly, let it roam Everything I need is in my carry on [Post-Chorus: group chant] One dress (one dress) One week (one week) Yellow in the alley and sand on my feet One dress (one dress) No bag (no bag) Best thing that I never had [Verse 2] Tuesday on the tracker it was sitting in Madrid I rode the cable car uphill and hung out like a kid Wednesday it was in Ibiza, probably out all night I was dancing in the Gothic Quarter under one long string of lights Thursday it was on a boat, I swear the dot was in the sea I washed my dress in the hotel sink and hung it off the balcony Friday every waiter on the corner knows my name They call me Amarilla 'cause I'm always dressed the same [Pre-Chorus] I could buy a new wardrobe Fill a brand new case But nothing in a window Fits me like this place [Chorus] Carry on, carry on My bag's in Ibiza and I'm dancing on One dress, one song Nothing but my carry on Let it fly, let it roam Everything I need is in my carry on [Bridge: guitar and bass only, airline call] (Ma'am, we found your bag) Where's it been? (Madrid, Ibiza, and a ferry, ma'am) Good for it (Should we send it to your hotel?) No, send it home I'm good right here With what I own [Dance Break: group chant, percussion] Shake it like you lost your luggage Shake it like you lost your luggage One dress, wave it One dress, wave it Shake it like you lost your luggage Shake it like you lost your luggage [Final Chorus] Carry on, carry on My bag had a summer, but mine was the one One dress, one song Nothing but my carry on Let it fly, let it roam Everything I need is in my carry on [Outro: doorbell, guitar lick] Sunday at my door There's my bag, sand in the zipper Sticker from Ibiza Girl, you had a summer too
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