slim lined sheik faced   angel of the night   in the graveyard of the night   new york witch in the dungeon   of the day   i'm trying to write my novel   all you do is play   mice 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 higways   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