Charlie Drake - My Boomerang Wont Come Back Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
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GIn the bad backlands of Australia CMany years ago,G The aborigine tribes were meeting, Having a big pow-wowD. 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 Gwaved the thing all over the place, CPractised till I was [C+Eb]black in the face, I'm a Gbig disgrace t' Aborigine race, My Dboomerang won't come back. G DRAKE: I can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah) Make kinkajou stew D(yeah yeah) But I'm Gbig disgrace t' Aborigine race, My Dboomerang won't come Gback. They banished him from the tribesland And Csent him on his way,G He had a backless boomerang So here he could not Dstay.

Anima

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.

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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 OrC maybe it was fourG, Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin Came a-knocking at his Ddoor. 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 Gwaved the thing all over the place, CPractised till I was [C+Eb]black in the face, I'm a Gbig disgrace t' Aborigine race, My Dboomerang 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.

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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...........

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