Land Downunder

Land Downunder - Men At Work

Traveling 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

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 muscle

I said do you speak my language

He just smiled and

Gave me a vegemite sandwich

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

Ten

Night

Seven

Six

Five

Four

Three

Two

One

Dying in a den in Bombay

With a slack jaw

And nothing much to say

I said to the man

Are you trying to tempt me

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

Then I run then I take cover