(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
(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 t' the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back
I want a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
Make kangatoo stew (yea yeah)
But I'm a big disgrace t' the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back
They banished him from the tribes' lair & sent him on his way
He had a hapless 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. Sittin' 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-knockin' 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 won't come back!
(old man): Your boomerang won't come back
(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 t' the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back
(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)
(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
(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
(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 t' the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back
I want a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
Make kangatoo stew (yea yeah)
But I'm a big disgrace t' the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back
They banished him from the tribes' lair & sent him on his way
He had a hapless 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. Sittin' 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-knockin' 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 won't come back!
(old man): Your boomerang won't come back
(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 t' the Aborigine race
My boomerang won't back
(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)
(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