Baby Boomerang

Baby Boomerang - Marc Bolan and T.Rex Standard tuning This is basically a blues riff in E (I think) 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   Baby Boomerang Baby Boomerang   Well you never spite a person   But you always bang the whole gang   Mince 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 Baby Boomerang Baby Boomerang   Well you never spite a person   But you always bang the whole gang   It 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   Baby Boomerang Baby Boomerang   Well you never spite a person   But you always bang the whole gang