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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«
Lyin‘ 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? Where women glow and men plunder?
Can‘t you hear, can‘t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.«

"Down Under" from Men at work