Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka
G
In the bad backlands of Australia
C G
Many years ago,
The aborigine tribes were meeting,
D
Having a big pow-wow.
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,
D
My boomerang won't come back,
G
I've waved the thing all over the place,
C Cm
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.
Drake : 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 noisesDrake : 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
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?"
Drake :
My boomerang won't come back.
"Your boomerang won't come back?"
Drake :
My boomerang won't come back,
D
My boomerang won't come back,
G
I've waved the thing all over the place,
C Cm
Practised till I was black in the face,
G
'm a big disgrace t' Aborigine race,
D G
My boomerang won't come back.
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."