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 



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 



It seems to me to dream 

Is something too wild 

In Max's Kansas City 

You a belladonna child 

Riding 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 

You never spike a person 

But you always bang the whole gang 

Thank you ma'am