Song:
E
e | -------------------- |
B | -------------------- |
G | -------------------- |
D | -------------------- |
A | ---------2h4p2p0---- |
E | --0---4------------- |
A
e | -------------------- |
B | -------------------- |
G | -------------------- |
D | ---------2h4p2p0---- |
A | --0---4------------- |
E | -------------------- |
B
e | -------------------- |
B | -------------------- |
G | -------------------- |
D | ------1--4h6p4p0---- |
A | --2----------------- |
E | -------------------- |
Intro: E x8
E
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
A E
Boomerang, ooh baby, boomerang
B A E
well you never slight a person but you always bang the whole gang
E
Oh yeah...
E
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
A E
Baby Boomerang, ooh baby, boomerang
B A E
well you never slight a person but you always bang the whole gang
E
Oh yeah...
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
A E
Baby Boomerang, ooh baby, boomerang
B A E
well you never slight a person but you always bang the whole gang
E
Oh yeah...
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