Down Under
Travelling in a fried-out combie
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?
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, full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a 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
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, 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,