My Boomerang Won't Come Back
Composer(s): Max Diamond; Charlie Drake
Performer(s): Charlie Drake
(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)
In the bad backlands of Australia
Many years ago
The aborigine tribes were meeting
Having a big pow-wow
(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)
"We got a lot of trouble, Chief
On account of your son Mack"
"My boy Mack? Why, what's wrong with him?"
Drake:
My boomerang won't come back
"Your boomerang won't come back?"
Drake:
My boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
I've waved the thing all over the place
Practised till I was black in the face
I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't come back
Drake:
I can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
Make kinkajou stew (yeah yeah)
But I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't come back
They banished him from the tribe then
And sent him on his way
He had a backless boomerang
So here he could not stay
Drake:
This is nice, innit?
Getting banished at my time of life
What a way to spend an evening
sitting on a rock in the middle of the desert with me boomerang in me hand
I shall very likely get bushwhacked
Drake:
Get out of it!
You nasty bushwhacking animal
Think I'll make a nice cup of tea (Doing, doing, doing...)
Good gracious!
There goes a kangaroo
I must have a practice with me boomerang: hit him right behind the left earhole
Now then, slowly back
Gruff voice:
If you throw that thing at me, I'll jump right on your head
(It chuckles and bounces away)
Drake:
Innit marvellous?
Got a land full of kangaroos and I had to pick that one
For three long months he sat there
Or maybe it was four
Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin
Came a-knocking at his door
"Well, I'm the local witch doctor, son
They call me George Alfred Black
Now tell me, what's your trouble, boy?"
Drake:
My boomerang won't come back
"Your boomerang won't come back?"
Drake:
My boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
I've waved the thing all over the place
Practised till I was black in the face
I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't come back
"Don't worry, boy, I know the trick
And to you I'm gonna show it
If you want your boomerang to come back
Well first you've got to... throw it"
Drake:
Ooh, yes!
Never thought of that
Daddy will be pleased
Must have a go, nyuh-huh!
Excuse me
Now then, slowly back ... and throw
Drake:
Ooh my God!
I've hit the flying doctor
Eee-hee-hee!
Can you do first aid?
Witch Doctor:
Don't talk to me about first aid, boy
you owe me fourteen chickens, you know, when I learned you to throw the boomerang
you know, first things first
Drake:
Yes, I know that, but I mean, I think on this occasion
you know, you could be a bit more perspective...........
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