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