Slim lined sheik faced
Angel of the night
Riding like a cowboy
In the graveyard of the nightNew York witch in the dungeon
Of the day
I'm trying to write my novel
But all you do is playMince pie dog-eye
Eagle on the wind
I'm searching through this garbage
Looking for a friendYour uncle with an alligator
Chained to his leg
Dangles you your freedom
Then he offers you his bedIt seems to me to dream
Is something too wild
In Max's Kansas City
You a belladonna childRiding on the highways
On the gateways to the south
You're talking with your boots
And you're walking with your mouthBaby Boomerang
Baby Boomerang
You never spike a person
But you always bang the whole gang
Thank you ma'am
Songwriters
MARC BOLANPublished by
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