Puck: Where it began, I can't begin to knowin' But then I know it's growin' strong Was in the spring, and spring became the summer Who'd've believed you'd come along? Hands, touching hands Reaching out Touching me, touching you Oh, sweet Caroline Good times never seem so good I've been inclined To believe it never would Oh, sweet Caroline Good times never seem so good Oh, I've been inclined To believe it never would Oh, no, no...