| Kidnapper:
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| Lady we’ve just kidnapped your husband
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| Have $ 800,000 ready by tomorrow night
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| And lady no police
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| Or you’ll never see your husband alive again
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| Lady: Hallo
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| I remember standing there so petrified
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| My hand frozen to the phone
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| As a stranger’s words that caught in my ears
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| And chilled me to the bone
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| Some dark tragedy had come right home to me
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| They’d kidnapped my man and his life was in their hands
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| He was a hostage, a hostage
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| His life was at the mercy of their hands
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| He was a hostage, a hostage
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| His life depending on their gold demands
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| Lady: Hallo
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| Kidnapper:
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| Lady, here’s your husband through
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| To warn not to play any games
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| Husband:
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| Hi Honey listen I’m okay
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| Just make sure you do whatever they tell you
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| And whatever you do don’t go to the police!
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| Well I couldn’t raise that kinda money fast
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| So I was left no other choice
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| So I called the police and they came in fast
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| Saying «leave it up to us
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| Just do as they told
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| The ransom’s in this bag
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| We’ll watch over you
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| And we’ll have your husband back too»
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| He was a hostage, a hostage
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| His life was at the mercy of their hands
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| He was a hostage, a hostage
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| His life depending on their gold demands
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| Lady: Hallo
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| Kidnapper:
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| Listen very carefully lady
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| Drive out to the abandoned shack on Highway 16
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| Throw the package of money out the window and keep driving
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| And remember lady no police!
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| Well my heart was heavy as I made that drive
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| I was sure something was wrong
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| I soon found the shack
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| I threw out the bag and I just kept driving on
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| Then the shots rang out and turned my car about
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| On the ground one lay but the other had gotten away
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| He was a hostage, a hostage
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| His life was at the mercy of their hands
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| He was a hostage, a hostage
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| His life depending on their gold demands
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| Lady:
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| Well they found my husband a few days later
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| Yes, the funeral’s tomorrow |