| Lyrics: | Mandy's in the papers, 'cause she tried to go to Spain
She'll soon be in the dock, and in the
papers once again
Vicki's got her story about the mirror and the cane
It may be
false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
Stephen's in his
dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
Too sick to eat, he's on his feet and to the
telephone
The police inspector soothes him with his sympathetic tone
It may be false,
it may be true
But nothing has been proved
In the House a resignation, guilty
faces everyone
Christine's fallen out with Lucky, Johnny's got a gun
"Please, please me"'s
number one
(It's a scandal, it's a scandal, such a scandal)
Now Stephen's in
the dock for spending money that was earned
By Christine, and the prosecution says that money
burned
A hole in Stephen's pocket, for expensive sins he yearned
It may be false, it
may be true
But nothing has been proved
In the news a suicide note, in the
court an empty space
Even Mandy's looking worried, Christine's pale and drawn
"Please,
please me"'s number one
(It's a scandal, it's a scandal, such a scandal)
Last
night he wrote these words to his friend:
"Sorry about the mess"
"I'm guilty 'til proved
innocent in the public eye and press"
The funeral's very quiet, because all his friends have
fled
They may be false, they may be true
They've all got better things to
do
They may be false, they may be true
But nothing has been proved,
ooh
Nothing
Nothing has been proved
No, nothing
Nothing
No,
nothing
Nothing
No, nothing
Nothing
No, nothing
Nothing
No, nothing |
