My Boomerang Wont Come Back

Tom : G
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?"

[Refrão]
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,

[Próxima Parte]
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?"

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
D G
My boomerang won't come back.
G
"Don't worry, boy, I know the trick,