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, Nnn-that's me, Nanette!