Call me Annabella Gold is what I hold No money, I don't care Just gold in my hair No silver, no copper Cassette on my shoulder I am richer than Richard III I don't need to work Lights go out I'm all alone Very far from home Then I looked And he was hooked And said to me No more gas? Tough time What do you mean I can't go to the drugstore? I can't get my hair permed anymore? No more gas! Just gold, he said Gold on my head My name is Annabella Gold is what I hold To get together with the seller in the supermarket I lost my cassette In the launderette I need one to complete my outfit Take my pick It's my favourite trick Before someone grabs it! Lights go out Time to flirt So he looked up my skirt Then I boxed And he was hurt And said to me No more gas? Tough time What do you mean I can't go to the drugstore? I can't get my hair permed anymore? No more gas! Just gold, he said Gold on my head D'you love Annabella Gold is what I hold Always me and company I see gold as necessary I love gold And sensual crime It's my magic and my sign Sticking to my hair and feet Radiating oral heat Lights go out Be romantic I wanna fall in love again So take my gold And hold my head Boyfriend. No more gas? Tough time What do you mean I can't go to the drugstore? I can't get my hair permed anymore? No more gas! Just gold, he said Gold on my head