Biografía:
Charlie Drake (19 June 1925 – 23 December 2006), was an English comedian, actor, writer and singer.
With his small stature, curly red hair and liking for slapstick he was a popular comedian with children in his early years, becoming nationally-known for his "Hello, my darlings" catchphrase.
He recorded a remarkable number of records, the first of which, Splish Splash, a cover version of a rock and roll number originally recorded by Bobby Darin, got into the UK Top 10, but the rest were mostly novelty songs.
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MY BOOMERANG WON'T COME BACK
Charlie Drake - 1961
Tabbed by dfdan
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlie_Drake#Discography
(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)
[G]In the bad backlands of Australia
[C]Many years ago,[G]
The aborigine tribes were meeting,
Having a big pow-wow[D].
(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)
[G]"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,[D]
I've [G]waved the thing all over the place,
[C]Practised till I was [C+Eb]black in the face,
I'm a [G]big disgrace t' Aborigine race,
My [D]boomerang won't come back. [G]
DRAKE: I can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
Make kinkajou stew [D](yeah yeah)
But I'm [G]big disgrace t' Aborigine race,
My [D]boomerang won't come [G]back.
They banished him from the tribesland
And [C]sent him on his way,[G]
He had a backless boomerang
So here he could not [D]stay.
(Animal noises)
DRAKE: [Spoken] This is nice, innit? Getting banished at my time of life. What a way to
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...) Good gracious! There goes a kangaroo. I must have a practice with me
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. (popeye-laugh
bounces away.)
DRAKE:[G] Innit marvellous? Got a land full of kangaroos and I had to pick that one.
For three long months he sat there
Or[C] maybe it was four[G],
Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin
Came a-knocking at his [D]door.
[G]"Well, I'm the local witch doctor, son,
They call me George Alfred Black.
Now tell me, what's your trouble, boy?"
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,[D]
I've [G]waved the thing all over the place,
[C]Practised till I was [C+Eb]black in the face,
I'm a [G]big disgrace t' Aborigine race,
My [D]boomerang won't come back. [G]
[G]"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 gotta... throw it." [music ends here - makes for a good punchline if
performing ;)]
DRAKE: Ooh, yes! Never thought of that. Daddy will be pleased. Must have a go, nyuh-huh!
me.
Now then, slowly back... and.. throw.
(Boomerang whizzes away; Sounds of a plane approaching and then falling from the sky.)
DRAKE: Ooh my God! I've hit the flying doctor. Eee-hee-hee! Can you do first aid?
Witch Doctor: Don't talk to me about first aid, boy, you owe me fourteen chickens, you
when
I learned you to throw the boomerang, you know, first things first.
DRAKE: Yes, I know that, but I mean, I think on this occasion, you know, you could be a
more
perspective...........
**I hope that's provided some nostalgia for you people :) btw that [C+Eb] is a [C] plus
4 (an Eb) on the B string**
Charlie Drake - 1961
Tabbed by dfdan
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlie_Drake#Discography
(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)
[G]In the bad backlands of Australia
[C]Many years ago,[G]
The aborigine tribes were meeting,
Having a big pow-wow[D].
(Oom-yacka-wurka, oom-yacka-wurka)
[G]"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,[D]
I've [G]waved the thing all over the place,
[C]Practised till I was [C+Eb]black in the face,
I'm a [G]big disgrace t' Aborigine race,
My [D]boomerang won't come back. [G]
DRAKE: I can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
Make kinkajou stew [D](yeah yeah)
But I'm [G]big disgrace t' Aborigine race,
My [D]boomerang won't come [G]back.
They banished him from the tribesland
And [C]sent him on his way,[G]
He had a backless boomerang
So here he could not [D]stay.
(Animal noises)
DRAKE: [Spoken] This is nice, innit? Getting banished at my time of life. What a way to
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...) Good gracious! There goes a kangaroo. I must have a practice with me
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. (popeye-laugh
bounces away.)
DRAKE:[G] Innit marvellous? Got a land full of kangaroos and I had to pick that one.
For three long months he sat there
Or[C] maybe it was four[G],
Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin
Came a-knocking at his [D]door.
[G]"Well, I'm the local witch doctor, son,
They call me George Alfred Black.
Now tell me, what's your trouble, boy?"
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,[D]
I've [G]waved the thing all over the place,
[C]Practised till I was [C+Eb]black in the face,
I'm a [G]big disgrace t' Aborigine race,
My [D]boomerang won't come back. [G]
[G]"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 gotta... throw it." [music ends here - makes for a good punchline if
performing ;)]
DRAKE: Ooh, yes! Never thought of that. Daddy will be pleased. Must have a go, nyuh-huh!
me.
Now then, slowly back... and.. throw.
(Boomerang whizzes away; Sounds of a plane approaching and then falling from the sky.)
DRAKE: Ooh my God! I've hit the flying doctor. Eee-hee-hee! Can you do first aid?
Witch Doctor: Don't talk to me about first aid, boy, you owe me fourteen chickens, you
when
I learned you to throw the boomerang, you know, first things first.
DRAKE: Yes, I know that, but I mean, I think on this occasion, you know, you could be a
more
perspective...........
**I hope that's provided some nostalgia for you people :) btw that [C+Eb] is a [C] plus
4 (an Eb) on the B string**
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