Down Under

by Men At Work

Travelling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail head full of zombie
I met a strange lady she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast and she said

Do you come from a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear can’t you hear the thunder
You better run you better take cover

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six-foot-four and full of muscles
I said „Do you speak my language“
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich and he said

I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can’t you hear can’t you hear the thunder
You better run you better take cover

Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw and not much to say
I said to the man „Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty“ and he said

Do you come from a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear can’t you hear the thunder
You better run you better take cover

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear can’t you hear the thunder
You better run you better take cover

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear can’t you hear the thunder
You better run you better take cover

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear can’t you hear the thunder
You better run you better take cover

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