T. Rex - Baby Boomerang Lyrics
Slim lined sheik facedAngel of the nightRiding like a cowboyIn the graveyard of the nightNew York WitchIn the dungeon of the dayI'm trying to write my novelBut all you do is playBaby Boomerang, Baby BoomerangWell, you never spike a personBut you always bang the whole gangOh yeah...Mince pie dog-eyeEagle on the windI'm searching through this garbageJust looking for a friendYour uncle with an alligatorChained to his legDangles you your freedomThen he offers you his bedIt seems to me to dreamIs something too wildIn Max's Kansas CityYou're belladonna childHiding on the highwaysOn the gateways to the southYou're talking with your bootsAnd you're walking with your mouthBaby Boomerang, Baby BoomerangWell, you never spike a personBut you always bang the whole gangThank you ma'am