G
In the bad backlands of Australia
C             G
Many years ago, 

The aborigine tribes were meeting,
                     D 
Having a big pow-wo

(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)

 G
 "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,
                              D
My boomerang won't come back, 
      
      G                                                                 
I've waved the thing all over the place,
 С                      C/Eb                                                  
 Practised till I was black in the face,
       G                                                                   
I'm a big disgrace t' Aborigine race,
   D                        G                                         
My boomerang won't come back.
 
                                                                          
I can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
                 D                                                     
Make kinkajou stew (yeah yeah)
         G                                                                 
But I'm big disgrace t' Aborigine race,
   D                       G                                              
My boomerang won't come back.

                                                                          
They banished him from the tribesland
     C               G                                                   
And sent him on his way, 
                                                                          
He had a backless boomerang
                     D                                                     
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
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...) Good gracious! There goes a kangaroo. I must have a practice with me
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. (popeye-laugh
bounces away.)


G 
Innit marvellous? Got a land full of kangaroos and I had to pick that one.
                                                                          
For three long months he sat there
  C                    G                                                    
Or maybe it was four
                                                                          
Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin
                       D                                                  
Came a-knocking at his door.

G                                                                          
"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,
                           D
My boomerang won't come back, 

      G                                                                 
I've waved the thing all over the place,
 С                    C/Eb                                                  
Practised till I was black in the face,
      G                                                                   
I'm a big disgrace t' Aborigine race,
  D                         G                                         
My boomerang won't come back.

                                                                          
G
"Don't worry, boy, I know the trick,