My Boomerang Won't Come Back
Warning: Lyrics as recorded may be considered offensive.
Warning: Lyrics as recorded may be considered offensive.
Written by: Max Diamond and Charlie Drake,
Copyright: Unknown
(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?" 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, Practised till I was blue 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.
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?" 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, Practised till I was blue 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."
