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In The Bad Backlands Of Australia

Many Years Ago,

The Aborigine Tribes Were Meeting,

Having A Big Pow-wow.



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"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,

I've Waved The Thing All Over The Place,

Practised Till I Was Black In The Face,

I'm A Big Disgrace To The Aborigine Race,

My Boomerang Won't Come Back.



Drake: I Can Ride A Kangaroo {yeah Yeah}

Make Kinkajou Stew {yeah Yeah}

But I'm A Big Disgrace To 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.



{Outback Animal Noises.}



Drake: [Spoken] This Is Nice, Innit? Getting Banished At My Time Of Life. What A Way To Spend An Evening: Sitting On A Rock In The Middle Of The Desert With Me Boomerang In Me Hand. I Shall Very Likely Get Bushwhacked.



{An Animal Roars; Drake Shrieks Back.}



Drake: Get Out Of It! You Nasty Bushwhacking Animal. Think I'll Make A Nice Cup Of Tea. {Doing, Doing, Doing...} Good Gracious! There Goes A Kangaroo. I Must Have A Practice With Me Boomerang: 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. {It Chuckles And Bounces Away.}



Drake: Innit Marvellous? Got A Land Full Of Kangaroos And I Had To 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-knocking At His Door.



"Well, I'm The Local Witch Doctor, Son,

They Call Me George Alfred Black.

Now Tell M