Baby Boomerang
T-Rex · Other Songs - T-Rex
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 spike 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
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 spike a person
But you always bang the whole gang
Thank you ma'am
Baby Boomerang
Baby Boomerang stands as a vibrant example of T-Rex's signature glam rock sound, capturing the band's energetic transition into the early 1970s. Marc Bolan's songwriting on this track reflects the playful yet driving aesthetic that defined the group's most influential period. The recording showcases the tight interplay between Bolan's rhythmic guitar work and the band's powerful backing, creating a dynamic atmosphere typical of their live performances. While often overshadowed by massive hits from the same era, this song remains a testament to the band's ability to craft catchy, danceable anthems. It fits comfortably within a discography celebrated for blending rock, pop, and psychedelic elements, offering listeners a glimpse into the creative peak of one of Britain's most iconic rock acts.