Down Under (F.T. & Company Edit)

Traveling in a fried-out combi 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'd better run You'd better take cover Buying bread from a man in Brussels He was six-foot-four and full of muscles I said: do you speak 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'd 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 tempt me? Because I come from the land of plenty And he 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 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 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 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 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 Men at Work - Down Under