Nanette

Uh! Here is another lady
She is not as amusing as Sophie, but she has a
She has a little something, I think she's
She has a certain quality of, uh
Dementia! I call her, I call her, Nanette

Oh! Oh-o-o-oh, Nanette!
Whoa-o-oh, Nnnanette!
Whoa-ooh-o-ooh-o-o-oh, Nnnanette!

Not a sound, not a sigh
The world rushes by
No one thinks of Nanette
No one sings for Nanette
No one dreams of Nanette

Through the night, through the day
People rush on their way
With never a sigh or regret
And they are laughing and drinking
So, so heedless and unthinking of
Nanette, Nnnanette
Nn-that's me, Nanette!