Stand upon your soapbox boy
And it's not gonna make you taller
You can swim as far as you want out into the ocean
Nothing's gonna hurt the water
You can run for miles and miles and miles
Only gonna reach the border
So keep standing on this lie
And your life's only gonna 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 were 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
'Til 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 were good and new
Sweet, sweet Caroline
Won't you be a friend of mine?
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.