(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): weand've got a lot of trouble, chief, on account of your son mac!
(midrange voice): my boy mac, whatand's wrong with him?
(high-pitched voice, young prince): my boomerang wonand't come back!
(low voices): your boomerang wonand't come back
(prince): my boomerang wonand't come back
my boomerang wonand't come back
iand've waved the thing all over the place
practiced till i was black in the face
iand'm a big disgrace tand' the aborigine race
my boomerang wonand't back
i want a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
make kangatoo stew (yea yeah)
but iand'm a big disgrace tand' the aborigine race
my boomerang wonand't back
They banished him from the tribesand' lair and sent him on his way
he had a hapless boomerang, so here he could not stay
(shrieks of animals)
(prince): this is nice, isnand't it? getting banished at my time in life. what a way to
spend an evening. sittinand' 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 bushwhackinand' animal! think iand'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, iand'll jump right on your head! (laughs) (prince): ainand'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-knockinand' at his door
(old man): iand'm the local with doctor, son. they call me joe joseph black.
now tell me, whatand's your trouble, boy?
(prince): my boomerang wonand't come back!
(old man): your boomerang wonand't come back
(prince): my boomerang wonand't come back
my boomerang wonand't come back
iand've waved the thing all over the place
practiced till i was black in the face
iand'm a big disgrace tand' the aborigine race
my boomerang wonand't back
(old man): donand't worry, boy, i know the trick and to you iand'm gonna show it
if you want your boomerang to come back, well, first youand'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...and 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): donand'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 ...and fade
