Rex T - Baby Boomerang Lyrics

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