It Bmseems so F#long aBmgo,
F#mNancy C#mwas aF#mlone,
Alooking at the BmLate Late show
through a Asemi-Eprecious Astone.
C#In the House of F#mHonesty
her Dfather was on Atrial,
Ein the House of F#mMystery
there C#was no one at Dall,
there Awas no Eone at F#mall.

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.