Slim lined sheik faced

Angel of the night

Riding like a cowboy

In the graveyard of the night

New York witch in the dungeon

Of the day

I'm trying to write my novel

But all you do is play

Baby Boomerang

Baby Boomerang

Well you never spike a person but you always bang the whole gang

Mince pie dog-eye

Eagle on the wind

I'm searching through this garbage

Looking for a friend

Your uncle with an alligator

Chained to his leg

Dangles you your freedom

Then he offers you his bed

Baby Boomerang

Baby Boomerang

Well you never spike a person but you always bang the whole gang

It seems to me to dream is something too wild

In Max's Kansas City you a belladonna child

Hiding on the highways on the gateway to the south

You're talking with your boots and you're walking with your mouth

Baby Boomerang

Baby Boomerang

Well you never spike a person but you always bang the whole gang

Baby Boomerang

Baby Boomerang

Well you never spike a person but you always bang the whole gang

Wow, thank you Ma'am

Ah ah yeah