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Drake - Since Way Back Lyrics

(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, why, 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 can ride a kangaroo (yeah yeah)
Make kangatoo stew (yeah 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 a practice with me boomerang.
Hit him right behind the left ear'ole, 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 had to 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 witch doctor, son. They call me George Elfid 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'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): Don't worry, boy, I know the trick
& to you I'm gonna show it
If you want your boomerang to come back,
well, first you've got to throw it!
(prince): Oh yes, never thought of that. Daddy
will be pleased. Must have a go...
Excuse me.
Now then, slowly back...
and throw!
(sound of boomerang flying)
(airplane crashes)
(prince): Oh my God! I've hit the flying doctor!
He-he-he-he-he!
Can you do first aid?
(old man): Don't talk to me about first aid 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)