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wickety wak - my boomerang won't come back lyrics

[intro]
huun, yaka, hey, ka, huun, yaka, hey, ka
huun, yaka, hey, ka

[verse 1]
in the bad, bad lands of australia
many years ago
the aborigine tribes were meeting
having a big powwow

[interlude]
huun, yaka, hey, ka, huun, yaka, hey, ka
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?

[chorus]
my boomerang won’t come back
my boomerang won’t come back
i’ve waved the thing all over the place (ah)
practised 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 great disgrace to the aborigine race
my boomerang won’t come back
[verse 2]
they banished him from the tribe then
and sent him on his way
he had a backless boomerang
so here he could not stay

[interlude]
this is nice, eh?
gettin’ banished at my time of life
what a way to spend an evening!
sittin’ on a rock in the middle of the desert
with me boomerang in me hand
mm, a bloke could get bushwhacked out here, eh?
(+animal noises+)
get out of it! ayy, ya bushwhackin’ animal!
think i’ll make a nice cup of tea
holy smoke! there goes a kangaroo
i must have a practice of me boomerang
hit him right behind the left earhole, i will
now, then, slowly back—
you throw that thing at me and i’ll jump right on your head! +laughter+
that’s just great, got a land full of kangaroos and i had to pick that one

[verse 3]
for three long months he sat there
or maybe it was four
then an old, old man in a kangaroo skin
came a+knockin’ at his door
[interlude]
now, 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?

[outro]
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, yeah, never thought of that
the old man will be pleased!
better have a go then, ‘scuse me
now, slowly back, and throw
(+sound of boomerang flying, then aircraft crashing+)
oh, god, i’ve hit the flying doctor! +laughter+
do you do first aid, mate?
don’t talk to me about first aid, boy
you owe me fourteen chooks, you know what i mean?
now that i’ve learned you to throw the boomerang, you know, first things first
yeah, i know that, but i think on this occasion, you could be a bit more considerate

- wickety wak lyrics

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