Baby Boomerang Letra

With all these drugs you've taken,

disco should be dead.



Saturday morning up in New York City

And everybody's hanging out.

Used to be, you had to be a Coppola lawyer,

One foot in the gutter and the other underground.



Well I could be mistaken.

Could have been misled.

A victim of persuasion.

Eviction in the air.



Mainline fellas read all the best sellers.

And their wives are all fucking the milkman.

And little Mary Jane may be going insane,

so pump her full of medicine and maybe

She'll forget her name.



We're all junkies and TV babies.

Can't you see?



And come election day,

You'll all be free

To tear the stuffing out of me.