Charlie Puth – Back to Your Heart scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 (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)