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, 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 'til 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 kangaroo stew (yeah, yeah)
But I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back
They banished him from the tribes' lair 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 a life
What a way to spend an evening
Sittin' on a rock in the middle of the desert 
With me boomerang in me hand 
I should very likely get bushwhacked
Get out of here
Nasty bushwhackin' animal
Think I'll make a nice cup of tea 
Good gracious
There goes a kangaroo
I must have practice with me boomerang
Hey, right behind the left elbow, then slowly back
If you throw that thing at me 
I'll jump right on your head
Ain't it marvelous?
Got a land full of kangaroos 
And I'd a pick that one

For three long months he sat there, or maybe it was four
Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin came a-knockin' at his door

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 'til I was black in the face
I'm a big disgrace to the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't 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, daddy will be pleased
Must have a girl, hmm
Excuse me
Now then, slowly back and throw

Oh my God 
I've hit the flying doctor
Can you do firt aid?
Don't talk to me about first days, boy
You owe me fourteen chickens 
You know what I mean?
Learnt you to throw the boomerang
You know, first things first
Yes, I know that, but I mean 
I think, on this occasion, you know you could be a bit more