Caroline

Stand upon your soapbox boy and it's
Not gunna make you taller. You can
Swim as far as you want out into the ocean
Nothing's gunna hurt the water. You can
Run for miles and miles and miles
Only gunna reach the border. So
Keep standing on this lie and your life's
Only gunna be getting shorter

Can't read the news without a frown on your face,
The world - it thinks you're going mad
People fill the streets with high-top boots and old receipts and
Lungs deplete. All they hear is the bad. So

Sweet, sweet Caroline
Remind us of the summertime
When our lives where good and new
Sweet, sweet Caroline
Won't you be a friend of mine
Let the summer blossom over you

You can
Scream, protest on the streets in a
Seventy-five-degree heat
To a marching beat
Stick your faces on the
Covers of the magazines
Stamp your feet
Still you haven't afflicted the enemy
'Till you hold a bullet
To the side of his face
Fire brigade won't come
Cause they're on strike again -
Didn't get the wages
They deserve to be paid -
Still the spotlight shines on the
Footballers theatre-parade.

Can't read the news without a frown on your face,
The world - it thinks you're going mad
People fill the streets with high-top boots and old receipts and
Lungs deplete. All they hear is the bad. So

Sweet, sweet Caroline
Remind us of the summertime
When our lives where good and new
Sweet, sweet Caroline
Won't you be a friend of mine and
Let the summer blossom over you

Sweet, sweet Caroline
Won't you be a friend of mine
Remind us of the summertime
When our lives were so sublime
Oh my dandelion, Oh my baby Caroline
I'll keep my focus on the brighter side, and I'll
Keep my focus on the brighter side