Mandys in the papers cause she tried to go to spain
Shell soon be in the dock and in the papers once again

Vickis got her story about the mirror and the cane
It may be false, it may be true

But nothing has been proved

Stephens in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone

Too sick to eat, hes on his feet the and to telephone

The police inspector soothes him with his sympathetic tone
It may be false, it may be true

But nothing has been proved

In the house a resignation
Guilty faces, every one
Christines fallen out with lucky
Johnnys got a gun
Please please mes number one

（its a scandal! its a scandal! such a scandal!）
Now, stephens in the dock for spending money that was earned
By christine, and the prosecution says that money burned
A hole in stephens 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 mandys looking worried
Christines pale and drawn

Please please mes number one

（its a scandal! its a scandal! such a scandal!）

Last night he wrote these words to his friend:
Sorry about the mess
Im guilty til proved innocent
In the public eye and press
The funerals very quiet because all his friends have fled
They may be false, they may be true

Theyve all got better things to do
They may be false, they may be true

But nothing has been proved