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 the women glow and the men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you'd better take cover."
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I asked, "Do yaskeakamylanguage?"
He just handed me a vegimite sandwich.
And he said,
"I come from a land down under
Where the beer flows and the men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you'd 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 sempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said,
"Oh! Do you come from the land down under? [oh yeah yeah]
Where the women glow and the men plunder?
Can't you year, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, You'd better take cover."
Copyright Sometime in the Mid-Eighties, by Men at Work
The song was found on Lycos search and is a synthesizer version of "Land Down Under." Don't ask me who's responsible for it.