The morning had [bad word] 
Nancy was alone,
looking at 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.

The morning would [bad word] 
Nancy was alone,
a forty five beside her head,
an open telephone.
We told her she was beautiful,
we all told her she was free
but none of us could meet her in
the House of Mystery,
the House of Mystery.

And now why don't you look around you,
see her everywhere,
many of you use her body,
 [bad word] her hair.
In the hollow of the night
when you are cold and numb
you hear her talking freely then,
she's happy that [bad word] 
she's happy that [bad word]