Wicked Annabella Lyrics

In a dark and misty house
Where no Christian man has been
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew
That no one's ever seen

Relatives have pa*sed her by
Too scared to even say hello
She's in perpetual midnight
She shuts out the day
And goes about her sinful ways

I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face
Look towards mine
I, I've felt her eyes burning my sole
Twisting my mind

Little children who are good
Should always go to sleep at night
'Cause wicked Annabella is up in the sky
Hopin' they will open their eyes

Don't go into woods tonight
'Cause underneath the sticks and stones
Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella
Waiting just to carry you home

Kinks - The Village Green Preservation Society

May 1968

1. All of My Friends Were There
2. All of My Friends Were There [Mono Version]
3. Animal Farm
4. Big Sky
5. Do You Remember Walter?
6. Johnny Thunder
7. Last of The Steam - Powered Trains
8. Monica
9. People Take Pictures Of Each Other
10. Phenomenal Cat
11. Picture Book
12. Sitting By The Riverside
13. Starstruck
14. The Village Green Preservation Society
15. Village Green
16. Wicked Annabella