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 symphathetic tone
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved.
In the house a resignation, guilty faces every one
Christine's fallen out with Lucky, Jonny'S got a gun
Please Please Me's number one.
(It' sa 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 say 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 the 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 ords 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.
No, nothing has been proved.
Writer(s): Neil Tennant, Christopher Lowe
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