Songtext:
Slim lined sheik facedВ
Angel of the nightВ
Riding like a cowboyВ
In the graveyard of the nightВ
New York witch in the dungeonВ
Of the dayВ
I'm trying to write my novelВ
But all you do is playВ
Mince pie dog-eyeВ
Eagle on the windВ
I'm searching through this garbageВ
Looking for a friendВ
Your uncle with an alligatorВ
Chained to his legВ
Dangles you your freedomВ
Then he offers you his bedВ
It seems to me to dreamВ
Is something too wildВ
In Max's Kansas CityВ
You a belladonna childВ
Riding on the highwaysВ
On the gateways to the southВ
You're talking with your bootsВ
And you're walking with your mouthВ
Baby BoomerangВ
Baby BoomerangВ
You never spike a personВ
But you always bang the whole gangВ
Thank you ma'amВ
Angel of the nightВ
Riding like a cowboyВ
In the graveyard of the nightВ
New York witch in the dungeonВ
Of the dayВ
I'm trying to write my novelВ
But all you do is playВ
Mince pie dog-eyeВ
Eagle on the windВ
I'm searching through this garbageВ
Looking for a friendВ
Your uncle with an alligatorВ
Chained to his legВ
Dangles you your freedomВ
Then he offers you his bedВ
It seems to me to dreamВ
Is something too wildВ
In Max's Kansas CityВ
You a belladonna childВ
Riding on the highwaysВ
On the gateways to the southВ
You're talking with your bootsВ
And you're walking with your mouthВ
Baby BoomerangВ
Baby BoomerangВ
You never spike a personВ
But you always bang the whole gangВ
Thank you ma'amВ
