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Intro: E x8 E 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 A E Boomerang, ooh baby, boomerang B A E well you never slight a person but you always bang the whole gang E Oh yeah... E 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 A E Baby Boomerang, ooh baby, boomerang B A E well you never slight a person but you always bang the whole gang E Oh yeah... 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 A E Baby Boomerang, ooh baby, boomerang B A E well you never slight a person but you always bang the whole gang E Oh yeah...
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