DOWN UNDER

(Men At Work)



Travelling in a fried-out combie
On a heavy trailhad full of zombies
I met a strange lady she made me nervous
And she took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said

Do you come from the land down under
Where women glow and men chunder
Can't you hear can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover

I met a man from Brusells
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said do you speak my language
He just smiled and gave me a vegimite sandwich
And he said

I come from the land down under
Where women glow and men chunder
Con't you hear can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover, (yeah)

Ron met a man in Bombay
With a slack jaw which had much to say
I said to the man are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land down under
He said, Oh,

Do you come from the land down under
Where women glow and men chunder
Can't you hear can't you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover

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