Down Under-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
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 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."
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."
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