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
   Oh yeah...
  
   Mince pie dog-eye
   Eagle on the wind
   I'm searching through this garbage
   Just looking for a friend
   Your uncle with an alligator
   Chained to his leg
   Dangles you your freedom
   Then he offers you his bed
  
   It seems to me to dream
   Is something too wild
   In Max's Kansas City
   You're belladonna child
   Hiding on the highways
   On the gateways 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
  
   Thank you ma'am