Nanette lyrics

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!