Marc Bolan - Baby boomerang

^ESlim 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

^ABaby Boomerang, ^EBaby Boomerang Well, you ne^Bver spite a person But you alw^Aays bang the whole gang^E

^EMince pie dog-eye Eagle on the wind I'm searching through this garbage Just looking for a friend Your uncle with an alligator Chained to his leg Dangles you your freedom Then he offers you his bed

^ABaby Boomerang, ^EBaby Boomerang Well, you ne^Bver spite a person But you alw^Aays bang the whole gang^E

^EIt seems to me to dream Is something too wild In Max's Kansas City You're belladonna child Hiding on the highways On the gateways to the south You're talking with your boots And you're walking with your mouth

^ABaby Boomerang, ^EBaby Boomerang Well, you ne^Bver spite a person But you alw^Aays bang the whole gang^E