It seems so long ago,

Nancy was alone,

looking ate the Late Late show

through a semi-precious stone.

In the House of Honesty

her father was on trial,

in the House of Mystery

there was no one at all,

there was no one at all.

It seems so long ago,

none of us were strong;

Nancy wore green stockings

and she slept with everyone.

She never said she'd wait for us

although she was alone,

I think she fell in love for us

in 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 free

but none of us would meet her in

the 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 night

when you are cold and numb

you hear her talking freely then,

she's happy that you've come,

she's happy that you've come.