My Boomerang Won't Come Back
Charlie Drake

Written by Max Diamond and Charlie Drake

As recorded on UA single # 398
Master number 1511  Running time 2:43
Piccadilly Music company
Peaked on the Billboard Pop chart at # 21 in 1962
Accompaniment directed by Jimmy Spence



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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, why? What's wrong with him? "
 "My boomerang won't come back!" 
 "Your boomerang won't come back? "

      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 blue in the face 
                                  I'm a big disgrace tī 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 big disgrace tī the Aborigine race 
                                  My boomerang won't come back 

 
They banished him from the tribe then and sent him on his way 
He had a backless boomerang, so here he could not stay 

 

 "This is nice, isn't it? Getting banished at my time in life.  What a way to spend an evening.  Sittinī on a rock in the middle of the desert with me boomerang in me hand!"


For 3 long months he sat there, or maybe it was 4 
Then an old, old man in a kangaroo skin came a-knockinī at his door 

  "Uh, I'm the local witch doctor, son.  They call  me Joe Joseph Black.   Now tell me, what's your trouble, boy? "
 "My boomerang won't come back! "
 "Your boomerang won't come back? "

      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 blue in the face 
                                  I'm a big disgrace tī the Aborigine race 
                                  My boomerang won't come back 

  "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! "

 

      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 blue in the face 
                                  I'm a big disgrace tī 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 big disgrace tī the Aborig

END OF THE VERSION THAT CHARTED IN THE USA

Transcriber's Note:  *  Try as I could, I simply cannot learn what this sound is :(  Thinking it may be some sort of an Australian instrument, I made inquiries around the Internet.  The only conclusion I reached it that it is definitely NOT a didgeridoo!!  To this amateur ear, it sounds like the croak of a bullfrog the size of a Mack truck!!  It may well turn out NOT to be a true "instrument" at all but merely a synthesizer-produced sound.  I have a small MP3 file of this sound and will send it to anyone who volunteers to help ID it. 

source: Robin Hood, with a BIG thanks to Bill Griggs,
without whom this would not have been possible

TRANSCRIBER'S ADDED NOTE:  Apparently Drake did more than one version, perhaps for the international market. Below is another...

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My Boomerang Won't Come Back
Charlie Drake

(low chanting) 
In the bad bad lands of Australia many years ago 
The Aborigine tribes were meeting, having a big pow-wow 
(chanting) 
(low voice): 
We've got a lot of trouble, Chief, on account of your son Mac! 
(midrange voice): 
My boy Mac, what's wrong with him? 
(high-pitched voice, young prince): 
My boomerang won't come back! 
(low voices): 
Your boomerang won't come back? 

CHORUS: 
(prince): 
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 tī the Aborigine race 
My boomerang won't back 

I can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah) 
Make kinkajou* stew (yea yeah) 
But I'm a big disgrace tī the Aborigine race 
My boomerang wonīt back 

They banished him from the tribe then & sent him on his way 
He had a backless boomerang, so here he could not stay 
(shrieks of animals) 
(prince): 
This is nice, isn't it? 
Getting banished at my time in life. 
What a way to spend an evening. 
Sittinī on a rock in the middle of the 
desert with me boomerang in me hand. 
I should very likely get bushwhacked. 
(animal shriek) 
(prince): 
Get out of here, nasty bushwhackin' animal! Think I'll make a nice cup of tea. 
(boing boing boing) 
(prince): 
Good gracious! There goes a kangaroo! 
I must have practice with me boomerang. 
Hey, right behind the left elbow, then slowly back... 
(kangaroo): 
If you throw that thing at me, I'll jump right on your head! 
(laughs) 
(prince): 
Ain't it marvelous! 
In a land full of kangaroos I might not get that one! 

For 3 long months he sat there, or maybe it was 4 
Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin came a-knockinī at his door 
(old man): 
I'm the local with doctor, son. 
They call me Joe Joseph Black. 
Now tell me, what's your trouble, boy? 
(prince): 
My boomerang wonīt come back! 
(old man): 
Your boomerang wonīt come back? 

(chorus) 

(old man): Don't worry, boy, I know the trick & to you I'm gonna show it 

If you want your boomerang to come back, well, first you've got to throw it! 
(prince): 
Oh yes, never thought of that. 
Daddy will be pleased. 
Must have a girl... 
(old man): 
Excuse me. Now then, slowly back...& throw! 
(sound of boomerang flying) 

(What comes next depends on which version of the song you're listening to.) 

VERSION 1: 
(old man): 
Oh my God! Avit the flying doctah! 
He-he-he-he! 
(prince): 
Can you do farther eat? 
(old man): 
Don't talk to me about first taste boy; 
you owe me 14 chickens for teaching 
you to throw the boomerang; 
first things first. 
(prince): 
Yes, I know that, but I mean, I think, on this occasion, you know ...& fade 

VERSION 2: 
(chorus, fading) 

* A kinkajou is an Australian animal 

source: Collins Crapo

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