My Boomerang Won’t Come Back:
I thought us Americans had the market cornered on the ridiculous.
Via Derb.
I have to admit, I don’t get it.
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WTF?!: You Aussies are Going to Have to Interpret THIS for Me
March 26, 2008, 8:07 am — Angus Dei15 Responses to “WTF?!: You Aussies are Going to Have to Interpret THIS for Me”
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March 26, 2008, 9:11 am at 9:11 am
Just random references to various aspects of Aussie culture, mate. Non sequiturs galore.
March 26, 2008, 9:26 am at 9:26 am
That’s what I thought, Bingbing, but I’ve never managed to have a boomerang come back to me either, so it could have been an entire song set around mocking me.
March 26, 2008, 9:56 am at 9:56 am
Ash, you throw ’em right, they come back. You gotta duck sometimes.
March 26, 2008, 10:11 am at 10:11 am
I don’t bring back Bingbing.
I throw ball, either nice lookin’ guy or fine lookin’ dog brings it back!
So how does a chick raised in Italy throw a boomerang right?
March 26, 2008, 10:30 am at 10:30 am
I’ve used guns, slingshots, throwing knives, and bullwhips (I had mostly boy cousins), and I even used an atlatl once at Sunwatch Indian Village, but I’ve never thrown a boomerang. I’ve got to try that some day.
March 26, 2008, 10:31 am at 10:31 am
throw in bow and arrow, too, I took archery in high school.
March 26, 2008, 10:45 am at 10:45 am
I couldn’t watch the vid, my connection’s buggy at the moment and I’m about to turn in. But if you really want to confuse a Yank, “Australiana” by Austen Tayshus is a good one. I’ve been here almost 20 years and I still don’t think I’ve worked out all the references!
March 26, 2008, 2:40 pm at 2:40 pm
Throw in some Kevin “Bloody” Wilson and watch their heads explode!!
March 26, 2008, 7:44 pm at 7:44 pm
I’ve had several boomerangs, and they do come back! I’ve had to flee for my life a couple of times. LOL! One amazing four-bladed version was particularly dangerous, kinda like Darth Maul’s double light saber.
What I was wondering about was the song: Is it laced with double entendre as Derb says? I can’t detect any.
March 26, 2008, 8:55 pm at 8:55 pm
Charlie Drake, a comedy legend! I used to love his films.
March 26, 2008, 10:11 pm at 10:11 pm
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March 27, 2008, 12:00 am at 12:00 am
Hi, I just made up that little video for fun, I didn’t intend to confuse any Americans but its fun too. Lol. Well, I love Charlie Drake so I decided to put some pictures to his song, “My Boomerang Won’t Come Back”, its just about a man who cannot throw a boomerang and he was taught, just a song for fun!
March 27, 2008, 12:02 am at 12:02 am
Crap I typed the wrong number on my name.
– Fixed now. Ash.
March 27, 2008, 12:34 am at 12:34 am
“My Boomerang Won’t Come Back.” Has he tried Viagra?
Sorry, just ever so sorry, really I am. Just couldn’t resist those roomservice fastballs.
March 27, 2008, 8:10 pm at 8:10 pm
My Boomerang Won’t Come Back.
Song Lyrics:
(low chanting)
In the bad back lands (Outback Australia)of Australia many years ago
The Aborigine tribes were meeting, having a big pow-wow (Aborigine Tribe)
(chanting)
(low voice): We’ve got a lot of trouble, Chief, on account of your son, Mac!
(midrange voice): My boy Mac, why? What’s wrong with him?
(high-pitched voice, young prince): My boomerang won’t come back! (Boomerang is a curved shape piece of wood that was used by the Aborigines to kill their food which includes Kangaroos)
(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 (Waved the thing means throwing it and it doesn’t come back to you)
Practiced till I was black in the face (Black in the face is just a saying)
I’m a big disgrace t’ the Aborigine race
My boomerang won’t back
I can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
Make kinkajou stew (yea yeah) (Kinkajou is a animal which is used for stew, stew is pot roast)
But I’m a big disgrace t’ the Aborigine race
My boomerang won’t back
They banished him from the tribes’ lair and sent him on his way (Kicked him out of the aborigine tribe)
He had a backless boomerang, so here he could not stay (Backless boomerang is just a type of boomerang)
(shrieks of animals)
(prince, spoken): This is nice, innit? 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. (Bushwhacked means tired or exhausted) (animal shriek) (prince): Get out of here, nasty bushwhackin’ animal! (Wild dog) 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, sounds like Popeye): 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 get that one!
(Singing) For three long months he sat there, or maybe it was four
Then an old old man in a kangaroo skin came a-knockin’ at his door (A man wearing a kangaroo skin)
(old man, spoken): I’m the local witchdoctor, 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, sings): 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
(old man, spoken): 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!
(prince, spoken): Oh yes, never thought of that. Daddy will be pleased. Must have a go…
(old man, spoken): Excuse me. Now then, slowly back …and throw!
(sound of boomerang flying, then the sound of a small aircraft in flight and then diving towards the Earth)
(prince): Oh my God! I’ve hit the Flying Doctor! (Flying Doctor – Is a doctor service in the outback they fly to the people in the outback) He-he-he-he! Can you do farther eat?
(old man): Don’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 …& fade
I hope this has helped you.