Men At Work: Down Under

I said, Do you speak-a my language?

Travelling in a fried-out Kombi

He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich

He was six foot four and full of muscle

Where women glow and men plunder

Buying bread from a man in Brussels

Where beer does flow and men chunder

I come from a land down under

I said to the man, Are you trying to tempt me?

You better run, you better take cover

And he said

Do you come from a land down under?

With a slack jaw, and not much to say

Yeah!

Oh, yeah, yeah!

You better run, you better take cover

She took me in and gave me breakfast

Oh! Do you come from a land down under?

Lying in a den in Bombay

And he said

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?

On a hippie trail, head full of zombie

Because I come from the land of plenty