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