Down Under

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-a my language?"
he just smiled and gave 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"
yeah

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"

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?
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?
you better run, you better take cover"



Credits
Writer(s): Colin James Hay, Ronald Graham Strykert
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