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