Nothing Has Been Proved

Mandy's in the papers 'cause she tried to go to Spain
 She'll 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
 Stephen's 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, Johnny's got a gun
 "Please Please Me"'s number one
 (It's a scandal! It's a scandal! Such a scandal!)
 Now, Stephen's in the dock for spending money that was earned
 By Christine, and the prosecution says that money burned
 A hole in Stephen's 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"'s 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 'til proved innocent in the public eye and press"
 The funeral's 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 has been proved
 No, nothing
 Nothing
 No, nothing
 Nothing
 No, nothing