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