My Boomerang Won't Come Back

In the bad, bad lands of
 Australia many years ago
 The Aborigine tribes were meeting
 Having a big pow wow
 We've got a lot of trouble, Chief
 On account of your son, Mac
 My boy Mac, 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
 Practiced till I was black in the face
 I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race
 My boomerang won't back
 I can ride a kangaroo (yeah, yeah)
 Make kinkijou stew (yeah, yeah)
 But I'm a big disgrace
 To the Aborigine race
 My boomerang won't come back
 They banished him
 From the tribes then
 And sent him on his way
 He had a backless boomerang
 So here he could not stay
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 This is nice, isn't it
 Getting banished at my time in life
 What a way to spend an evening
 Sitting on a rock in the
 Middle of the desert with
 Me boomerang in me hand
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 For three long months he sat there
 Or maybe it was four
 Then an old, old man
 In a kangaroo skin came
 A-knocking at his door
 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
 [Repeat CHORUS]
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 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, yes, never thought of that
 Now then, slowly back and throw
 [Repeat CHORUS]
 I can ride a kangaroo (yeah, yeah)
 Make kinkijou stew (yeah, yeah)
 But I'm a big disgrace
 To the Aborigine race
 My boomerang won't come back