(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