Down Under

Down Under
Down under
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-a my language?”
He just smiled and gave 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”
Yeah
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…
“oh! do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
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”