Oom yacka wurka oom yacka wurka oom yacka wurka

In the bad backlands of australia

Many years ago

The aborigine tribes were meeting

Having a big pow wow

Oom yacka wurka oom yacka wurka

We got a lot of trouble chief

On account of your son mack

My boy mack 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

Practised till I was black in the face

I'm a big disgrace to the aborigine race

My boomerang won't come back

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

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 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

Practised till I was black in the face

I'm a big disgrace to the aborigine race

My boomerang won't come 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

Ooh yes never thought of that

Daddy will be pleased must have a go nyuh huh excuse me

Now then slowly back and throw

Oh my god I hit a flying doctor

Heh heh can you do first aid

Don't talk to me about first aid boy you owe me fourteen chickens

You know what I mean learn you to throw the boomerang you know

First things first

Yeah I know that but I mean I think on this occasion

You know you could be just a little more considerate