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