Baby Boomerang - Marc Bolan, T. Rex

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