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Slim lined sheik faced angel of the night Riding like a cowboys 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 Thank you ma'am Mince pie dog-eyed eagle on the wind You're searching through this garbage looking for a friend Your uncle with an alligator chained to his leg Dangles 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 Thank you ma'am It seem to me, to dream is something too wild In Max's Kansas City, you a belladonna child Riding 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 Thank you ma'am, yeah