Arabella’s got some interstellar-gator skin boots… Arabelas gat som interstela’-gueito’ eskin buutz
And a helter skelter ‘round her little finger and I ride it endlessly… An’ a jelter eskelter raun’ jer litel finguer an’ ay raidet endlesly
She’s got a Barbarella silver swimsuit… Shis gat a Barbarrela silver suimsuut
And when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams… An’ wuen shi niids tu shelter from riality shi teiks a dip in may dey-dshriims
My days end best when this sunset gets itself… May deys end best wuen dis sanset guets itself
Behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side… Bijain’ dat litel leidy sitin’ on de pasan-iesai’
It’s much less picturesque without her catching the light… Its mach less picshuresk wuidauder catchin’ de lai’
The horizon tries but it’s just not as kind on the eyes… De jooraizon trais borits yos’ not as kain’ on di ay’

As Arabella… As Arabel’
As Arabella
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul… Yos’ mai’t jav tapd intu yio’ main’ an’ soul
You can’t be sure… Yiu ken’ bi shhoor

Arabella’s got a 70’s head… Arabelas gat a seventiis jeed

But she’s a modern lover… Bot shis a modern lover
It’s an exploration, she’s made of outer space… Its an exploreishon, shis meirof aure’ espeiz
And her lips are like the galaxy’s edge… An’r lips ar laik de galacsis edch
And her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place… An’ ‘er kiss de cul’ of a consteleishon folin’ intu pleiz

My days end best when this sunset gets itself
Behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side
It’s much less picturesque without her catching the light
The horizon tries but it’s just not as kind on the eyes

As Arabella
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
You can’t be sure

That’s magic in a cheetah print coat… Dats mayik in a chiira print cuut

Just a slip underneath it I hope… Yos’ a eslip anderniiret ay joup
Asking if I can have one of those… Askin if ay can jaav wuan of douz
Organic cigarettes that she smokes… Organic cigarrets dat shi esmouks
Wraps her lips round the Mexican coke… Wruaps’er lips raun’ de Mecsican couk
Makes you wish that you were the bottle… Meiks yiu wuish dat yiu wuer de borel
Takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like… Teiks a sip of yio’ soul an’ it saunds laik