Puck:
Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong

Was in the spring
And spring became summer
Who'd believe [bad word] along

Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you

Puck with New Directions:
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
I've been inclined to believe it never would oooh oh no..