I can't believe you met Nancy Living down in London town Well, her life's the stuff of fables And though I never really knew Nancy, We grew up pretty much the same On streets with painted gables With the Beatles in our cradles Where are you going and where have you been? Nancy, is your life falling in? Is the world too cold for you? Because the world's too cold for me I kicked and scratched and stumbled I lost a spark along the way Well I guess it's only natural And now I can't believe you met Nancy You know, her daddy helped me out With a painting of the McCartneys In feathercuts and moonboots Where are you going and where have you been? Nancy, is your life falling in? Is the world too cold for you? Because the world's too cold for me And do your old friends say that your accent's gone? If you're lonely can you turn it on? Can you get it back? Can you get it back? Can you get it back? Can you get it back? 'Cause the world's too cold for me Yeah, the world's too cold for me Though I never really knew Nancy We grew up pretty much the same On streets with painted gables With the Beatles in our cradles