Charlie Drake - My Boomerang Won't Come Back lyrics

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Charlie Drake - My Boomerang Won't Come Back lyrics

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…