Land 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 

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 better run, you better take cover." 

Buying bread from a man in Brussels 

He was six foot four and full of muscle 

I said, "Do you speak-a 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 better run, you better take cover." (Yeahhh!) 

Dying in a den in Bombay 

With a slack jaw, and nothin' 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, 

"Oh, you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah) 

Where women glow and men plunder? 

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (ooohh) 

You better run, you better take cover." 

We are.. 

Livin' in a land down under, 

Where women glow and men plunder, (yeahhhhhhhhhh) 

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (thunderrrrr!) 

You better run, you better take cover. 

Livin' in a land down under, 

Where women glow and men plunder, 

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (oooo yeahhhh!) 

Then I run, and then I take cover. (yea) 

We are... 

Livin' in a land down under, (underrrr) 

Where women glow and men plunder, 

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (oooo da da laa yeahhh!) 

Then I run, then I take cover. 

[Fades Out]

by Men at Work