Traveling in a fried-out combi
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'd better run
You'd 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'd better run, you'd 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
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
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
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
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
Men at Work - Down Under

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