It seems so long ago,
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 mistery
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 mistery,
the house of mistery.
And now you look around you,
seen her everywhere,
many use her body,
many comb her hair,
and 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.
