BOOMERANG
BOOMERANG
by Matt McGinn and Morris Blythman
Now, they say that the atom ships doon at Dunoon
They belong to a big millionaire
Well I hope to hell, they get oot o there soon
Before we’re all up in the air
For the fella that sent them’s a very nice chap
He sent them here as a gift
For he’d heard the hotels in Dunoon were depressed
And he wanted to gie them a lift
Boomerang! Boomerang!
Just send them back where they belang
Along wi old Adenauer, Kennedy’s pal
Signor Fanfani and Charlie de Gaulle
For we dinnae like things that go, ‘Bang!’
Try one and see if I’m wrang
The banners are waving
Who’s next for the shaving?
So open the boom-boomerang
But I don’t want you thinking I’m a Red Communist
Cos I don’t want to die
Oh, I know they’ve got me on their little list
For some action if they should pass by
But the Russians are thousands of miles away
But the Yanks, they’re just doon the road
And no matter who starts it, we’ll be the target
So why don’t we lighten their load?
Boomerang! Boomerang!
Just send them back where they belang
Along wi old Adenauer, Kennedy’s pal
Signor Fanfani and Charlie de Gaulle
For we dinnae like things that go, ‘Bang!’
Try one and see if I’m wrang
The banners are waving
Who’s next for the shaving?
So open the boom-boomerang
You all know how Gaitskell got shelled at Queen’s Park
And roasted and salted as well
He called the folk peanuts but everyone knows
The only nut there was himsel
Cos Britain’s too poor to keep makin the bomb
He’d leave all that side to the Yanks
And back Adenauer and the whole Nato shower
Wi soldiers, bazookas and tanks!
Boomerang! Boomerang!
Just send them back where they belang
Along wi old Adenauer, Kennedy’s pal
Signor Fanfani and Charlie de Gaulle
For we dinnae like things that go, ‘Bang!’
Try one and see if I’m wrang
The banners are waving
Who’s next for the shaving?
So open the boom-boomerang
Now there’s hyugs and mugs and there’s OAS thugs
There’s Nazis and birchmen galore
All feart of the Reds crawling under their beds
And lurking behind every door
So we’re no takin orders from Paris or Bonn
We’re no takin orders fae Rome
We’re no playin alang wi the Washington gang
We’re just tellin the nut-men, ‘GO HOME!’
Boomerang! Boomerang!
Just send them back where they belang
Along wi old Adenauer, Kennedy’s pal
Signor Fanfani and Charlie de Gaulle
For we dinnae like things that go, ‘Bang!’
Try one and see if I’m wrang
The banners are waving
Who’s next for the shaving?
So open the boom-boomerang