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My Boomerang Won’t Come Back Lyrics By Charlie Drake

    oom yacka wurka
    oom yacka wurka
    oom yacka wurka

    in the bad back lands of australia
    many years ago
    the aborigine tribes were meeting
    having a big powwow

    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
    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 come 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 tribe then
    and sent him on his way
    he had a backless boomerang
    so here he could not stay

    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

    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 ear hole
    now then slowly back

    if you throw that thing at me
    i’ll jump right on your head
    it chuckles and bounces away
    innit marvelous
    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 aknocking 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
    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 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

    ooh yes never thought of that
    daddy will be pleased
    must have a go nyuh huh excuse me
    now then slowly back and throw

    ooh my god i’ve hit the flying doctor
    eee hee hee can you do first aid
    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
    yes i know that but i mean
    i think on this occasion you know
    you could be a bit more constructive

    Artist: Charlie Drake

    Year: 1962

    Decade: 60s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 272