Nancy
It seems so long agoNancy was alone,Looking at the late late showThrough a semi-precious stone.In the house of honestyHer father was on trial,In the house of mysteryThere was no one at all,There was no one at all.It seems so long ago,None of us were strong;Nancy wore green stockingsAnd she slept with everyone.She never said she'd wait for usAlthough she was alone,I think she fell in love for usIn nineteen sixty one,In nineteen sixty one.It seems so long ago,Nancy was alone,A forty five beside her head,An open telephone.We told her she was beautiful,We told her she was freeBut none of us would meet her inThe house of mystery,The house of mystery.And now you look around you,See her everywhere,Many use her body,Many comb her hair.In the hollow of the nightWhen you are cold and numbYou hear her talking freely then,She's happy that you've come,She's happy that you've come.