In the graveyard of the night In the dungeon of the day I'm trying to write my novel Baby Boomerang, Baby Boomerang Well, you never spike a person But you always bang the whole gang I'm searching through this garbage Just looking for a friend Your uncle with an alligator Then he offers you his bed 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 spike a person But you always bang the whole gang