And you had put ten pounds on the full moon, and I’d put twenty pounds on you. But I had taken two hundreds from your handbag, when you were in the mirror, preening, worried that you'd been taken for a fool. But who would ever take you for a fool?
And you had had a money making scheme And I had had a travelling circus dream And you had said “Sell all your stuff in the newspaper in the Friday ad” And buy you something you’d never had It seemed that your parents were drifting apart And every time you started saving You’d find an east London bar
Oh Caroline Oh Caroline I’m sorry I’m sorry that I ever came
And now all the money’s blown And you are never moving out And your parents' only child was grown And they’d only just found out And everything’s so confusing When no one is paying attention I mean, they’d noticed that you were seeing me But they’d never made the connection
And all the sycophantic brothers Of your mother’s estranged lovers had risen up Spouting priceless information On star signs, god, Father Christmas, Wishful thinking and making your own luck And all seconds before you whispered you were giving up
Oh Caroline Oh Caroline I’m sorry I’m sorry that I ever came