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