The car, it was a-workin’, so they made it gonAll the way to Charlotte just to see the show.nPulled into the parking lot with time to kill.nPopped in a cassette so they could sit and chill.nnBut they forgot to take the proper steps to avoid an ancient curse.nNever listen to the band you’re going to see, or things get worse.nnLater on they milled around the club front waitin’,nSome bullies from the town came up and tried to bait ‘em.nHeard a clickin’ sound and someone say, “Let’s do it.”nSaw the open door and made a long dive to it.nnPut your buckets down, come and gather round!nI got a tale to tell, and it won’t take long!nAbout a kid from Boone and his honeymoonnWith a thing they call the Carolina Hotfoot.nHotfoot, the Carolina Hotfoot.nA Hotfoot. Yeah, that’s a hot foot.n