Down Under

1,2,3 and 4

Travelling in a fried-out combie

On a hippy trail, head full of zombie

I met a strange lady, she made me nervous

She took me in and then she gave me breakfast

And she said

Do you come from a land down under?

Where women glow and men plunder

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 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 a 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'd better run, you'd better take cover

I come from 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