My Boomerang Wont Come Back

Here are the lyrics of the popular song
"My Boomerang Wont Come Back"

by Charlie Drake - 1961

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 wont 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.

[Animal noises]

DRAKE: [Spoken] 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.

[An animal roars; Drake shrieks back.]

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.

Witch Doctor: "Your boomerang won't come back?"

DRAKE: My boomerang wont 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 wont 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.

[Boomerang whizzes away; Sounds of a plane approaching and then falling from the sky.]

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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