Traveling in a friedout country On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous Took me in and gave me breakfast And she said Do you come from a land down under? Where women glow and men plunder? Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover. Buying bread from a man in Brussels He was six foot four, full of muscles I said, Do you speaka my language? He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich He said I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover. Lying in a den in Bombay With a slack jaw, not much to say I said to the man, Are you trying to tempt me Cause I come from the land of plenty? He said Do you come from a land down under? Where women glow and men plunder? Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover You better run, you better take cover You better run, you better take cover You better run, you better take cover.
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