Baby Boomerang
T. Rex Lyrics


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

Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Written by: Marc Bolan

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Comments from YouTube:

Tim Terry

Got fresh legs because of the new TV commercial for something or the other. Another "20th Century Boy." Keep Marc alive for new generations.

robert schmahl

just the way he says ,,,," EAGLE On THE WIND "

robert schmahl

DAM THE MAN IS SO FRIGGN GOOD ,,,,,AHEAD OF HIS TIME ,,,MIMMICKED BY MANY ,,,,MATCHED BY NONE ! U GO kORKSCREW!!!!

jupitorman

Just love this

Markku Manninen

this one plays too slow

Clive Bindley

Not slow at all, adjust your settings or buy decent equipment!

Martin Law

Pure class t.rex fan

Philip Johns

There nearly wasn't a t.rex couldn't keep up payments on gear so it was reprocessed so glad he persisted .

jessie ward

Canon brought me hear

Scott Shea

Cannon brought me here.

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