Land Downunder

Land Downunder - 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 muscle

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 better run,

You better take

Cover." (Yeahhh!)

Dying in a den in Bombay

With a slack jaw,

And nothin' 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,

Livin' in a land down under,

Where women glow

And men plunder,

(yeahhhhhhhhhh)

Can't you hear,

Can't you hear the thunder?

(thunderrrrr!)

You better run,

You better take cover.

Livin' 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.