Men At Work: Down Under

I said, Do you speak-a my language?

Travelling in a fried-out Kombi

He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich

He was six foot four and full of muscle

Where women glow and men plunder

Buying bread from a man in Brussels

Where beer does flow and men chunder

I come from a land down under

You better run, you better take cover

I said to the man, Are you trying to tempt me?

And he said

Do you come from a land down under?

With a slack jaw, and not much to say

Yeah!

You better run, you better take cover

Oh, yeah, yeah!

Lying in a den in Bombay

She took me in and gave me breakfast

Oh! Do you come from a land down under?

And he said

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

Because I come from the land of plenty

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

On a hippie trail, head full of zombie