Mandy's in the papers cause she tried to go to Spain
Shell 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
Stephens 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 sympathetic 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
[Incomprehensible] got a gun
Please please me all the while
It's a scandal, it's a scandal
Such a scandal
Now, Stephens in the dock for spending money that was earned
By Christine and the prosecution says, the 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 Mandy's looking worried
Christine's pale and drawn
Please please me number one
It's a scandal, it's a scandal
Such a scandal
Last night he wrote these words to his friend
Sorry about the mess, I'm guilty till 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
They've all got better things to do
They may be false, they may be true
But nothing has been proved
Nothing, nothing's been proved