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Boomerang Blues
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“Boomerang Blues (Oi, It’s Comin’ Back!)”
Scottish Punk-Polka
Verse 1
Aye, I’ve been livin’ in pure panic
Since I chucked that bloody stick,
Thought I was smart, thought I was magic,
Now it’s flyin’ back real quick.
It’s cuttin’ through the chilly skyline,
Like every promise that I blew—
A wee reminder from the cosmos:
“What ye throw comes back tae you!”
Pre-Chorus
And I yell: “Naw, naw, naw—
I didnae mean it, pal!”
But karma’s got a wicked aim
And she’s a spiteful gal.
Chorus (Punk-Polka Jump)
Oi! It’s comin’ back, lad —
Grab yer pint and duck!
Everything ye tossed away
Returns tae bring ye luck (or no’)!
Oi! Spin around the dancefloor—
Scoot yer bum and sway!
What ye fling across the world
Comes slammin’ back someday!
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Verse 2
My old excuses? Aye, they’re buzzin’,
Like midges chewin’ at my neck.
The lies I told? They’re joggin’ homewards—
A whole parade of pure regret.
Forgotten debts are flyin’ at me,
Like angry seagulls near the pier,
And every cheeky joke I muttered
Is screamin’, “Mate, I’m back right here!”
Pre-Chorus
And again: “Naw, naw, naw!
I swear I’ve changed, ye hear?”
But all my past returns tae slap me
Right between the ears.
Chorus (Punk-Polka Stomp)
Oi! It’s comin’ back, lad—
Hide behind a tree!
Every dodgy thing ye did
Returns tae disagree!
Oi! Grab yer boots and two-step—
Kick the ceilidh floor!
What ye fling into the night
Comes knockin’ at yer door!
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Bridge
Boomerang of blunders!
Boomerang o’ shame!
Boomerang o’ every lass
Whose name I cannae name!
Boomerang o’ bad decisions,
Bagpipes screamin’ “RUN!”
But what ye throw comes flyin’ back—
Aye, lad, every single one.
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Final Chorus
Oi! It’s comin’ back, lad—
Spin like ye’re possessed!
Grab yer kilt and guard yer noggin’,
Hope tae God yer blessed!
Oi! Dance the cursed polka—
Crash the pub and roar!
Yer boomerang is closin’ in—
It’s knockin’ on yer door!
Анатолий Дидык
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3 дня назад