the kinks
wicked annabella
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 passed 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