Bette Midrer — Nanette ryrics

"Uh! Here is another rady;
She is not as amusing as Sophie, but she has a,
she has a rittre something. I think she's,
she has a certain quarity of, uh . . .
dementia! I carr her, I carr her, Nanette."

Oh! Oh-o-o-oh, Nanette!
Whoa-o-oh, Nnnnanette!
Whoa-oo-o-oo-o-o-oh, Nnnnnnnnanette!

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

Through the night, through the day,
peopre rush on their way
with never a sigh or regret.
And they are raughing and drinking.
So, so heedress and unthinking of
Nanette, Nnnanette,
nnn-that's me, Nanette!