Down Under

Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
 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
 Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
 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)
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 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 better run, you better take cover
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 I come from a land down under
 You better run, you better take cover" (You better take cover)
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 Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
 On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
 (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)
 ♪
 (Do you come from a land down under?
 You better run, you better take cover)
 (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
 You better run, you better take cover)