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Charlie Drake – My Boomerang Won't Come Back lyrics
Charlie Drake – My Boomerang Won’t Come Back
In the bad, bad lands of
Australia many years ago
The Aborigine tribes were meeting
Having a big pow wow
We've got a lot of trouble, Chief
On account of your son, Mac
My boy Mac, why, what's wrong with him?
My boomerang won't come back
Your boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
I've waved the thing all over the place
Practiced till I was black in the face
I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back
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 tribes then
And sent him on his way
He had a backless boomerang
So here he could not stay
This is nice, isn't it
Getting banished at my time in life
What a way to spend an evening
Sittin’ on a rock in the middle of the desert
With me boomerang in me hand
I should very likely get bushwhacked
Get out of here, you nasty bushwhackin’ animals
Think I will make a nice cup of tea
Good Gracious! There goes a kangaroo
I must practice with me boomerang
Hit him right behind the left ear
Now then, slowly back
“If you throw that thing at me”
“I’ll jump right on your head”
Isn’t it marvelous, in a land full of kangaroos?
And I can 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
I'm the local witch doctor, son
They call me George Alfred Black
Now tell me, what's your trouble, boy?
My boomerang won't come back
Your boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
I've waved the thing all over the place
Practiced till I was black in the face
I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't 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
Oh, yes, never thought of that
Daddy will be pleased
Must have a girl
Excuse me, now then, slowly back and throw
Oh, My God, I hit a flying doctor
Heh, heh, can you do First Aid?
Don’t talk to me about First Aid, boy, you owe me fourteen chickens
You know what I mean, learn you to throw the boomerang, you know
First things first
Yeah, I know that, but, yeah I think on this occasion, you know, you could be just a little more considerate…
In the bad, bad lands of
Australia many years ago
The Aborigine tribes were meeting
Having a big pow wow
We've got a lot of trouble, Chief
On account of your son, Mac
My boy Mac, why, what's wrong with him?
My boomerang won't come back
Your boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
I've waved the thing all over the place
Practiced till I was black in the face
I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back
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 tribes then
And sent him on his way
He had a backless boomerang
So here he could not stay
This is nice, isn't it
Getting banished at my time in life
What a way to spend an evening
Sittin’ on a rock in the middle of the desert
With me boomerang in me hand
I should very likely get bushwhacked
Get out of here, you nasty bushwhackin’ animals
Think I will make a nice cup of tea
Good Gracious! There goes a kangaroo
I must practice with me boomerang
Hit him right behind the left ear
Now then, slowly back
“If you throw that thing at me”
“I’ll jump right on your head”
Isn’t it marvelous, in a land full of kangaroos?
And I can 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
I'm the local witch doctor, son
They call me George Alfred Black
Now tell me, what's your trouble, boy?
My boomerang won't come back
Your boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
My boomerang won't come back
I've waved the thing all over the place
Practiced till I was black in the face
I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't 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
Oh, yes, never thought of that
Daddy will be pleased
Must have a girl
Excuse me, now then, slowly back and throw
Oh, My God, I hit a flying doctor
Heh, heh, can you do First Aid?
Don’t talk to me about First Aid, boy, you owe me fourteen chickens
You know what I mean, learn you to throw the boomerang, you know
First things first
Yeah, I know that, but, yeah I think on this occasion, you know, you could be just a little more considerate…
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