Down Under / Men At Work

 

 

 

 Down Under / Men At Work

 

 

  Travelling in a fried-out Kombi
  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."

  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."