[00:00.00] 作词 : Marc Bolan
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Marc Bolan
[00:08.16]Slim lined sheik faced
[00:10.23]Angel of the night
[00:11.88]Riding like a cowboy
[00:13.47]In the graveyard of the night
[00:15.63]New York Witch
[00:16.95]In the dungeon of the day
[00:19.29]I'm trying to write my novel
[00:21.06]But all you do is play
[00:22.38]Baby Boomerang, Baby Boomerang
[00:29.19]Well, you never spite a person
[00:31.68]But you always bang the whole gang
[00:34.59]Oh yeah...
[00:45.15]Mince pie dog-eye
[00:47.16]Eagle on the wind
[00:48.81]I'm searching through this garbage
[00:50.67]Just looking for a friend
[00:52.47]Your uncle with an alligator
[00:54.48]Chained to his leg
[00:56.28]Dangles you your freedom
[00:57.78]Then he offers you his bed
[00:59.37]Baby Boomerang, Baby Boomerang
[01:06.15]Well, you never spite a person
[01:08.61]But you always bang the whole gang
[01:44.31]It seems to me to dream
[01:45.99]Is something too wild
[01:47.97]In Max's Kansas City
[01:49.44]You're belladonna child
[01:51.90]Hiding on the highways
[01:53.40]On the gateways to the south
[01:55.23]You're talking with your boots
[01:56.76]And you're walking with your mouth
[01:58.47]Baby Boomerang, Baby Boomerang
[02:05.28]Well, you never spite a person
[02:07.68]But you always bang the whole gang
[02:20.97]Thank you ma'am

作词 : Marc Bolan
作曲 : Marc Bolan
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
Oh yeah...
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
Thank you ma'am