MY BOOMERANG WON'T COME BACK Charlie Drake - 1961 Tabbed by dfdan http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlie_Drake#Discography (Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka) [G]In the bad backlands of Australia [C]Many years ago,[G] The aborigine tribes were meeting, Having a big pow-wow[D]. (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?" 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,[D] I've [G]waved the thing all over the place, [C]Practised till I was [C+Eb]black in the face, I'm a [G]big disgrace t' Aborigine race, My [D]boomerang won't come back. [G] DRAKE: I can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah) Make kinkajou stew [D](yeah yeah) But I'm [G]big disgrace t' Aborigine race, My [D]boomerang won't come [G]back. They banished him from the tribesland And [C]sent him on his way,[G] He had a backless boomerang So here he could not [D]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.) DRAKE:[G] Innit marvellous? Got a land full of kangaroos and I had to pick that one. For three long months he sat there Or[C] maybe it was four[G], Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin Came a-knocking at his [D]door. [G]"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. "Your boomerang won't come back?" DRAKE: My boomerang won't come back, My boomerang won't come back,[D] I've [G]waved the thing all over the place, [C]Practised till I was [C+Eb]black in the face, I'm a [G]big disgrace t' Aborigine race, My [D]boomerang won't come back. [G] [G]"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 gotta... throw it." [music ends here - makes for a good punchline if performing ;)] DRAKE: Ooh, yes! Never thought of that. Daddy will be pleased. Must have a go, nyuh-huh! 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 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 more perspective........... **I hope that's provided some nostalgia for you people :) btw that [C+Eb] is a [C] plus 4 (an Eb) on the B string**