Lady Annabelle, they found her head
Suicide on purpose, well that's what they said
Though it's a fact that she loved to be read
We suppose she didn't like this way to lose the act
Lady Annabelle, oh well, well, well
Lady Annabelle, she was a mixture of an Indian man
And an Eskimo wife
And she was raised in a Kikuyu tribe
From her very youth
She used to read all the books
The books of Satan made her feel good
With a sadistic attitude
Lady Annabelle, oh well, well, well
And when you saw her with those bruises on her skin
You would believe there must be something funny
Something funny
Conjuring spirits was her hobby and her thing
What she admired was what normal people hate
Lady Annabelle, oh well, well, well, well, well, well, eh
Lady Annabelle, oh well, well, well, well, well, well, eh
Lady Annabelle, oh well, well, well, well, well, well, eh
Lady Annabelle, she was the pattern of Satan's mind
I'm sure she'd beat it in, if she had lived in his time
Lady Annabelle, she loved painful experiments
With her special friends, and her torture instruments
Lady Annabelle oh well, well, well
Lady Annabelle oh well, well, well, well, well, well
Lady Annabelle oh well, well, well, well, well, well, well
Lady Annabelle oh well, well, well, well, well, well, well
Lady Annabelle oh well, well, well, well, well, well
Lady Annabelle oh well, well, well, well, well, well
Lady Annabelle oh well, well, well, well, well, well

Lady Annabelle
Oh well, well, well, well, well, well
Lady Annabelle
Oh well, well, well, well, well